The Mark Of Athena 소설 & 이야기

My heart sank. Dark energy… inside me. Athena fell silent for a moment. Then she spoke softly. The symbol on your palm. It is poison. It crawled into us. Kayden’s jaw clenched. “Is it the ritual?” he asked. “The mark on her palm? That twisted symbol?”

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

Raphael's POV "Useless, that's what all of you are. I can't believe that to call yourself the best warriors of this pack and you can't find a single woman. You should all be ashamed of having the rank that you do!" I raged and fumed in my office at the special team that had been arranged for the sake of finding Athena. She was not strong, and currently she was pregnant, so she should be even be weaker than usual, which means that finding her should be easy. But yet none of these morons had been able to do it for the past two weeks.

Axel asks softly. “I think so,” I reply, hesitant to say it out loud. “The Moon Goddess,” Kane whispers, and a shiver runs up my spine. “Holy shit,” I mutter, and suddenly my knees are weak, and I let go of their hands and sit in the dirt. I stare at my hands until my eyes adjust, and I gasp when I look at my left wrist. “What’s wrong?” Kane asks, kneeling beside me. “Look at your wrists,” I mutter, holding mine in the moonlight. Three overlapping circles around a wolf symbol glow brightly. “Are yours the same?”

she called. No answer. Of course not. This wasn’t real. Or maybe— It was too real. A low sound rippled through the darkness. Not loud. Not aggressive. But powerful. Ancient. And then— Light. Not from above. From below. A faint glow began to form beneath her, spreading slowly outward like cracks of gold through black stone. Her mark burned. Hard. Lyra gasped, clutching her wrist as the light intensified, rising upward—wrapping around her like it recognized her.

She snarled, walking off with Lucas banging the door shut. “Athena.” I whimpered placing my hands on my comet mark that was at the back of my neck while death finally enveloped me in its cold embrace.

I snap. “Your mark, Denu. The raven is the High Priestess sign. The Goddess Hecate herself is said to wear the mark” I just look at my mother as if she has lost her mind. She sighs and pulls down her collar. “Look, I to have the raven” I just frown feeling confused “The crown symbolises the chosen one by their god or goddess” I look between them all, what the fuck are they all gone crazy?

“You mean—like a mark? Like that on Darius?” Lyra shook her head. “No. The token is not always visible. Sometimes it is a scent. Sometimes it is a shred of moonlight. Sometimes it is a piece of bone. If they leave a mark, it is a message.” Her eyes found Elara’s. “If they leave nothing, that means they took the thing for themselves. They do not like witnesses.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

When Antheia felt the humid air getting too warm, she decided to tie her hair up in a low bun to air her nape and which then exposed her upper back since she wore a sleeveless dress with a mid low back, revealing her birthmark. On the second floor of the pack house, at the open window, stood the Luna of Rossathorn Pack, Elena, watching the backyard, the kids, and Antheia. Her eyes widened in surprise to see it clearly in person, Antheia’s back turned to her showing the red laurel markings a the back of her shoulder. Luna Elena enhanced her vision with her wolf eyes to see it clearer and closer to make sure that she was not seeing untrue things, and it just provided her more clarity to the ma