روايات وقصص ضمن The Mark Of Athena

This innocent woman had been caught up in the chaos Master Kaine started. I checked her wallet. "Athena Williams. Age, 26." The sirens were almost here, and this was the only shot I had at laying low in the city for a while. Before I did what I had to do, I saw the omega mark underneath her collarbone. It was expertly hidden behind a tattoo, but I knew what I saw. "Please, please work." I muttered, screwing my eyes tight and slowly swiping my right hand over her face.

I told her as she rode me, her movement not stopping despite my request. Her eyes glowed with the essence of her omega, her incisors elongating. “Are you sure?” She panted out, throwing her head back as I rubbed at her clit as she sunk down on my length. “I have never been surer of anything; I want your mark on me” I whisper against her lips. I could feel the tell-tale sensation of my balls drawing up. I was going to cum soon. With a low whine in her throat, Athena buried her face into the side of my neck where my scent mark was.

I tell her and she nods looking at Gaia. “Let me see her.” She looks at her worryingly in my arms. I hand her to her, knowing she won’t hurt her. When Aura removes the blanket before looking her over as she picks her up and I see a mark on her lower back. “What is that?” I ask when Aura places Gaia gently on her shoulder so she can see what I have pointed out. “It’s the Goddess mark. Selene, Fen, Dahlia and the boys have them. However, hers is different.” She looks at it before turning her gaze to Nicohlas.

This is a masterpiece! Something pushes me to trace the mark and I comply. The moment my finger comes into contact with the mark, intense sparks fruit, and an unmistakable moan escape Athena's mouth. Wanting to prove if I heard that right, I softly caress the mark, and this time I am proved right. Not just by her moaning, but by the scent of her arousal that bombards my nostrils. Athena's hands cling onto my hips as if she wants to hold me in place. Seeing her giddy with arousal, I decide to suppress my own desires and bring her back to reality. There is no way I am taking advantage of her without coming clean to her about my true identity.

Fiery Gigantor brings me in close to his face, and inhales deeply. “Gotcha.” He growls. My heart is beating so fast and hard that it feels like a freight train is speeding down a track above the cavern. Just when I think I can’t hold out without air any longer, Gigantor drops me, and stumbles back a few steps. I can see his body dissolving to ash, I can smell it. It’s thick, and bitter, like burnt rubber tires. When he’s gone, I throw on my clothes and the robe, and slip back through the door to the bathroom. There is no lock or bolt, no way to stop him if he returns. A subtle light streams in from above, the theme to this place being endless ceilings. The light goes on as far up as I can se

And then, a woman's voice pierced the stillness, her words dripping with a mix of awe and trepidation. "A royal mark! By the gods! By the ancient prophecy... the Royal Pairing has begun." Athena's eyes opened, locking onto Tristan's. Their gazes burned with an intense connection, their bond now visible for all to see. The royal mark pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow. The gathering froze, eyes fixed on Athena's glowing mark, as the woman's words hung in the air like a promise... or a warning.

Atlas said, almost as if he could read my thoughts. I hesitated. Then, without looking at him, I murmured, “She has the Mark of the Septarch.” The smile on Atlas’s face vanished instantly. I gave him a pointed look. You see now. “No one has ever borne that mark,” he said sharply. “But she has.” Atlas’s face darkened. “How old is she, truly? Ancient magic doesn’t just appear on anyone. Especially not a human girl plucked from the rogues.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless… someone placed it on her.”

Athena looked back one last time. The mirror only showed her herself. She didn’t notice the way Mara’s eyes narrowed, nor the way her hands trembled slightly as she led her towards the bathroom. As Athena sat by the small wooden stool, by the tub. Still shaken. She mumbled “ My soaps not here…” “Ah, I have it.” Mara said before going to get it. She uncorked the small vial and poured its shimmering contents onto the soaps surface. Her voice was barely a whisper as she murmured. “Goddess. Please let her remain hidden.”

Nonetheless, she continued her examination, moving beyond the mark to explore Athena's overall state. A somber expression clouded her face as she observed Athena's weakened condition. The woman seemed a mere echo of herself, haunted and distant. “Her body did not accept you since she was already marked by Xavier. It won't until the mark is gone.” Althea conveyed a grave revelation. “It is a miracle she survived the clash of the two conflicting claims,” she emphasized the peril Nate had unwittingly exposed Athena to, a danger that could have snuffed out her life.

“So, with your marking, what gave it away as a marking from Athena? Aren’t there several gods and goddesses of war?” She turned her back to me and pulled the collar down so that I could see the top part of her marking, the hilt of the sword. “See those two owls depicted on the hilt? Well, that’s Athena. She always has two owls accompanying her, which is the symbol of her other well-known trait.” “Wisdom…” “Bingo.” I suddenly understood why she walks with such quiet confidence, why her presence commands attention without effort. Her marking was not just a symbol; it’s a reminder that she is more than what she appears: a force of nature, a weapon of divine will.