روايات وقصص ضمن Tears Of Themis Characters

She falls against his chest, hiding her face, wiping away tears that never really formed. I stand there, still as stone, watching the scene unfold. Her gaze flicks to me over his chest, a glint of triumph in her eyes. Like she’s won. My fists clench and unclench, nails biting into my palms. The ache from fresh bruises resurfaces. Her whispered words replay, cruel and relentless. Do you think anyone will believe you? You’ll ruin his life.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

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. ****

a betrayal that threatened to obliterate her companions’ love. Theron, her brother, gripped her with trembling hands, his fire fading, his plea “Forgive me!” a fragile truth that he’d been preserved by the nexus, corrupted by its pain but fighting to save her. The weavers’ hydra Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia surged, its threads weaving lies of cheating and disloyalty, while Lyssia, Veyra, and Jessica’s reflection fueled the forsaken star’s reckoning.

Soon his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. "I am General Siwa - Goddess of Disharmony; servant of the True Goddess" Aegeus's eyes were red with rage as he felt his pride being stepped on. General Siwa's eyes were filled with surprise at his tenacity; but that didn't last long. She had met many who were like this. Now they all served her and her mistress. She reached down to lift Aegeus's chin so he would stare into her eyes. With great scorn she asked,

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.

Then he draped the robe around Melissa’s shoulders. “This is your story,” he said. “It belongs to you now. It is all about you and only you. You are Inanna, Persephone, Eurydice, Izanami-no-Mikoto and every mythic character that has ever ventured to Hell and sought to return.” Melissa’s chest swelled with excitement. Her eyes shone with mounting hope, like the sun climbing the horizon. Jimmy put his hand on Melissa’s shoulder and placed the tip of the sword against her stomach.