Tears Of Themis Characters Novels & Stories

Vivica looked at her mother with a grateful smile, and she whispered, “Thank you, Mom, for your comforting words. They truly mean everything to me. I appreciate you more than you know.” In her mother’s tender embrace, Vivica found sanctuary where the jagged shards of her heart could finally rest. In the meantime, in the study room, Hiram’s voice was low as he laid bare their sister's secret history with Preston James. The weight of the betrayal etched into his face, and he said, “I am beyond disappointed in her. While we were protecting her, she was playing games with a man who had now made her a laughingstock.” At that moment, Hiram’s phone started ringing. He smiled brightly when he saw th

Everyone's eyes were on me. I let the paint slide down my cheek and looked Judd straight in the eye. "Do you honestly think I'm so despicable?" He stiffened and fell silent for a beat before Megan stumbled in his arms and piteously whimpered, "Judd, my ankle hurts so much…" The hesitation in his eyes immediately vanished, replaced by irritation and disgust at having nearly been swayed. He lifted Megan into his arms and coldly said, "If possible, I'd rather believe you're not. You'd better watch out."

The hateful image from my memories warped as I tried to reconcile it with the woman now weeping over me, like her heart was breaking. Vivian had always been a brilliant actress. She'd killed me. And yet there she was, slumped against Jayden, crying over my corpse without a trace of guilt. "Who could be this cruel, Jay? Who'd kill Kat so brutally?" "Who knows? She played too many dirty games, making too many enemies." Jayden stood in a black suit, his face grim. "Enough, Vivi. You're running on no sleep. Get some rest. I've got this."

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

“She might make decent entertainment. What say you, brother?” Phobos grins. “She’s a beauty. Especially in fear. Look how prettily she shakes. She cries so well.” And it’s true. I’m trembling, tears streaking my cheeks, barely able to hold onto the torch. “We could take our time. Feed her nightmares. Slowly drive her mad,” Deimos says, stepping closer. “Not just any mortal,” Phobos purrs. “She’s Uncle Hermes’ mate. She’ll last longer. And she’ll be leverage. He won’t risk losing her.”

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

Ignoring the question asked, Melpomene snatched the portrait from his hands and allowed her features to produce a smile. Her eyes promenaded along Amethyst's portrait and suddenly frowned upon her hair colour. "Your mate is ISCHYRÓS {Powerful}. You just need each other." Melpomene puffed in a quiet tone while she returned the portrait to its owner— who at that time had his eyes facing the window.

{Third was Atropos, also called the Grim One, who inflexibly cut the thread of life to bring forth death. I recognize the three characters from Greek mythology and again marvel at how close the ancient Greeks got to actual fact. I assume Septimus is Atropos, the one with the Abhorred Shears. Clotho I’m yet to encounter. And Lachesis, well, Lachesis is supposed to be the supercomputers that give out the half-mechanical half-insectile noise; the hum of death I had been much too acquainted with even before I crossed over. ****

“Jessica, you’re our dawn, our heart. This truth—it’s yours to define. We’re with you, always.” The hollowness pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision of the nexus’s truth: a cosmos of love, their bond eternal, but fragile, held by Jessica’s hollowness—a void that could heal or shatter all. Then it shifted, showing a nexus broken, her companions fading, the fracture’s weavers reborn, their wrath consuming eternity. The first twist came: Verith wasn’t a weaver—she was the nexus’s heart, not Jessica’s, a fragment of its creation seeking to merge with her or destroy her. The chamber trembled, and the tapestry tore, the fracture surging—Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethr

All he needs to find out is a way to get rid of the Nephilim. "Make sure he is comfortable. Offer some tea and fruits. We will be there shortly" Eros instructed his manservant. Thomas bowed and left without showing his back to his king. Eros looked at Iris expecting her to be happy at the news. But he is taken aback by the moisture slowly pooling in her eyes. She is sipping her tea as if it's poison. A single traitorous tear slipped past her lids and rolled down her cheek, which she didn't even notice. He caught the tear on the tip of his thumb, which caught her attention.