Telemachus Epic Fanart Novels & Stories

I smile for the first time hearing someone calling the badass alpha a child. " Leave this and go back to your room and have some rest. I'll tell someone to take care of this." Austin seems to be a generous gentleman. Okay I don't want to judge him. But it's true that he is saving me. "Thank you." I said genuinely. I was passing by corridor, I saw a lots of pictures hanging in the wall. Nostalgic feeling engulfed me, I missed my home, my room , my own place. I stopped and took time to observe the pictures. A close looks in them, I realized Artemis And Austin look more like their father and Anna looks like her mother. Anna was so beautiful. In one picture she is smiling brightly while Artemis

"Our deal stands until midnight, High Alpha. Unless you're backing out because you're terrified of Leonidas Argyros's wrath?" Themistocles let out a dark, elegant chuckle, the tension in his posture easing as a dangerous smirk returned to his lips. "Terrified? Little wolf, the Drakon Clan fears no male, not even the Supreme Alpha King. If you wish to stay by the sea until the moon reaches its apex, I am more than happy to oblige." He reached down, picked up a single roasted barnacle from the wooden plate, and pried the shell open with a single, practiced movement of his long fingers. He brought the meat to his lips, chewed slowly, and swallowed.

Penelope deposited herself before a bench littered with cosmetics and polished mirrors and gestured to one of the cots. "You have a seat and get to thinking. I'll show you some ideas I had for makeup, perhaps it will inspire us. I was thinking something a little more dramatic...darker maybe..." She trailed off and began shuffling through the pots and brushes looking for something in particular. Calliope glanced around the room, taking in the various paintings on the walls. They were mostly erotic, the sort you'd find in private bedrooms. Images of Aphrodite and Adonis, Leda, Europa, Eros and Psyche ...and Persephone, eternally ravished by Hades. And we all know where that leads, she thought

"Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis." "Who and who?" "These sea monsters..." She used her left hand to trace the full-sleeve piece on her right arm. "Scylla and Charybdis from Homer's 'Odyssey.'" "Feel free to judge me for what I'm about to say, but the Homer I'm most familiar with is the yellow cartoon character from Springfield." Laughing, she called me 'cute'—but 'ignorant' would've been more apt in my opinion. "No worries. Like I love reading, but an Ancient Greek epic poem isn't my cup of tea. Only reason I picked it up was because..."

"And that's exactly as it should be. You wouldn't be our Ava if you didn't feel it all so deeply." I leaned into him, drawing comfort from his steady presence, while Oscar continued to hold my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm in the way he knew soothed me. For several minutes, we simply existed in that bubble of shared understanding, three pieces of a puzzle missing its other parts. *They will come back,* Artemis assured me, her confidence unwavering. *Hermes and Hephaestus would move mountains to return to us.* "So," Oscar eventually said, injecting a note of brightness into his voice, "what do you think—should we scale back the chocolate fountains now that we're down two kings to

I nod slowly, my eyes wide as I stare at the canvas. "It is supposed to be the moon goddess and her land before the great war," Jethro says, his voice dropping into a serious tone. "She is pointing down to the lycans and the humans alike." I stare at the painted goddess. Deep inside my chest, something violent stirs. Tola sudden forces her way forward. Before I can even grasp what is happening, she takes total control of my muscles. She snaps my hand sideways, spilling the hot tea all over the floor. She flings my feet off Mitchell' lap, forces my weight down, and tries to march straight toward the painting.

The music seemed to blend perfectly with the act of painting, its rhythm guiding Lysander's brush as he worked to capture the light and emotion of the celebration on canvas. As the morning wore on, more visitors began to arrive—Athena with plans for the school that had been revised based on input from mortal architects, Hephaestus with new tools he had designed specifically for teaching art to both divine and mortal hands, Demeter with seeds that would be planted in the school's gardens to grow materials for paints and dyes. Each visitor paused to look at the painting taking shape on the canvas, each seeing something different in its layers of color and light—mortals seeing hope for a better

He nodded and turned and walked down into the dark doorway and disappeared. Amaris took the time, as she and Lyle waited, to look at the carving that was next to them. It depicted a scene of a werewolf who was standing upright like a man, and he was putting a pair of horns on his head. In the next scene it showed him looking like a bull and not a wolf. “Oh my god. I don’t believe it.” Lyle suddenly said walking closer to look at the wall. “Is this what I think it is? I wish I could read Greek.” He said as he ran his hands over the lettering at the bottom of the picture. Christos came back at that moment, He saw them looking at the carving. “It’s beautiful work isn’t it? It is 7th century BC.

I can only hope that someday, the fear of that prophecy fades from everyone’s memories, and they only see me as Androkles, an Ares who changed how his House was run and was a better man than the rumors said. “Lord Ares... Thank you,” she said, carefully taking the rattle. “I am sure our daughter will enjoy your gift.” Anicetus nodded. “I’m pleased to hear that. I admit I was a bit uncertain what to give Lady Chara.” I sighed. “The rattle was my suggestion, but Androkles was, of course, the one that could visually confirm the drawing and finished product from Lord Hephaestus,” Ismene-Eirene added. I smiled and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

CHAPTER 2 Sofia's POV Today is the first day of school. I'm kind of excited because I haven't seen my friends and boyfriend all summer, though my boyfriend came to Paris during my mom’s fashion show. I woke up, took a shower and did my little makeup which is just eyeliner and mascara, as I sat in front of the mirror. I don't usually put on makeup during school days, I only put on makeup when I'm going out, not that I need it but I like to feel good about how I look.