The Mark Of Athena Full Book Novels & Stories

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

I nod my head and smile, Calix take me in his arms as he take a whip of my scent, calming his nerves, then a growl filled the air and I snap my head towards the direction just to see a fuming Athena, I smirked at her as I tilt my head back revealing my mark and as if Calix sense it too, he peck a kiss against my mark making me moan and another growl, more louder growl emit from Athena's chest. Then a fire ball coming towards us, I shove Calix behind my back and raised my hand as wind cover us, shielding us from any harm, Athena's hand wave it in the air as the wind around us is getting stronger and heater as the fire keep on coming. This will suffocate us if it didn't stop.

Buck dropped heavily onto one knee, coughing up blood as the black mark on his chest ignited into blinding, crimson fire. “Athena...” Buck choked out, his vision swimming as he gripped my forearms with failing strength. “Run... please... get out of here...” “I am not leaving you!” I sobbed, pouring my celestial flame into his chest, but the dark mark simply absorbed my light, burning even brighter. Gerard’s voice dropped into a dark, commanding whisper: “Put your mate on the throne, Athena.” I whipped my head around to glare at him through my tears. “NEVER!”

Athena POV My head felt heavy but I felt better than when it was lighter than normal especially after seeing headless people including Mateo, I honestly didn't know what to feel. Those images of blood and intestines on the ground kept visualizing themselves in my head. I had no food in my system to throw up anymore, I was so tired. Rubbing my sore forehead, I opened my eyes to see a gorgeous being staring at me. I blinked rapidly and looked at my back to see if he was really looking at me but of course, there was no one behind me but the bed board.

I would have to get Carmen to handle it. The rest of the marriage ceremony till the I do’s passed by hitch-free. The kiss, brief and formal, served its purpose, leaving no room for misinterpretation under the watchful eyes of our guests. As we made our way down the aisle, I spied a glance at Athena. Her smile, while perfect in its presentation, held a hint of detachment, failing to reach her eyes fully. Her hands, gripped the bouquet tightly and trembled slightly, betraying an inner turmoil. A wave of pity surged through me, but I quickly tamped it down. Both of us held our own private motivations that drove this marriage, a silent agreement that was formed in the absence of voiced truths. S

Yet there he was, living, breathing, acting in complete darkness, eliminating any source of light that was heading towards him. That is why Giovanni Mancini needed to die tonight. C H A P T E R O N E – D A R K N E S S Athena always believed she was put on this earth for a reason. In her mind, everyone, and everything alive had a purpose to fulfil. She believed she already knew hers and spent her life preparing to reach that goal. The goal that many might consider as untouchable, but not to her.. In the eyes of Athena, she had spent the majority of her life reaching this day, and here she finally was.

Athena's face contorted with denial, her voice trembling as she replied, "No, I swear, I had nothing to do with it! I would never betray Rachel like that." But I could see through her facade. Her words held no weight against the evidence that had surfaced. I leaned in closer, my voice dripping with disdain. "Don't lie to me, Athena. I know the truth. No matter how pretty you may appear on the outside, your ugly attitude has finally revealed itself." With a final push, I released my grip on her, watching as she stumbled backward, her body crashing against the unforgiving ground. Athena's eyes met mine, devoid of remorse or regret. It was a chilling sight, a glimpse into the depths of her true

And Athena appeared at the edge of the clearing. I forgot how to breathe. She was absolutely radiant, glowing in the moonlight like she'd been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. Her dress was pure white, flowing and ethereal, with long sleeves and a neckline that showed off her mate mark—my mark on her skin. The one I'd given her nights ago, when I'd officially marked her as mine. The fabric draped beautifully over her rounded belly, celebrating rather than hiding her pregnancy. Her dark hair hung loose down her back in soft waves, woven with both silver and gold ribbons representing both packs, and small white flowers that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Maybe the answers lie within Jamari’s history, or rather her wolf’s past lives. My gaze moves to the book lying hidden under a stack of books on the corner of my desk. The book that I took from the hidden room at the old Church Ruins. The book with the history of Athena and all of her reincarnations. Without thought my hand reaches for the book, pulling it out from under the stack of forgotten books. My fingers move gently over the picture of a beautiful woman dressed in a white toga, golden armor covering her breast, torso, and hips like a second skin. Thigh high golden flat boots covers the woman’s bare legs, the tops moving outwards in the shape of wings.

Athena stared up at him like he has gone nuts, “that’s impossible!” “It’s very possible,” he said and placed the book on her head, “don’t touch it and don’t try to hold it steady with your hand. Start,” he turned her around, “remember, it must not fall off from your head.” Athena wiggled a little, trying to keep the book steady, she took a step, her eyeballs up, trying to watch the book and at the same time, keep it from falling. “You are walking like ugly duckling, Athena, stand straight, keep your back straight, your head held high and arms by your side then take your steps and not so sluggishly like a slug.”