The Odyssey Book 9 Novels & Stories

I dropped to my knees in the center of the circle. Took a breath and began the call. Inside the bond, the world flickered open like a cracked mirror. I saw her. Freya, running across a field of stars with our son in her arms, her face bloodied, hair wild, magic burning out of her in waves. Behind her… a thing with nine eyes, stretched across the sky like a moving mountain. Its voice shook the fabric between our worlds: “He is ours...the gate is open.” Freya turned, screaming my name... then she tripped.

Rosalind's eyes locked onto the door, her hand instinctively reaching for Athena's. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a figure stumbled in, their eyes wide with urgency. "Please... you have to help me!" they cried, collapsing to the ground. Athena's healing instincts kicked in, and she rushed to the stranger's side, her shining finger extended. As she touched their hand, a surge of energy flowed into their body, and their eyes fluttered open. "Thank you..." they whispered, their gaze locking onto Athena's. "I've been searching for you... the Order is coming... they'll stop at nothing to claim your gift..."

Especially after what I saw behind him. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath back until I heard my book landing on the floor. Dazed, like I was charmed stared at this man who was the epitome of a greek god. He was looking back at me, looking confused. Our staring contest was cut short by the rising sun. He hissed and I saw smoke behind him.

*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE (AND PERHAPS, HORROR). I FEEL IT IS IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO ENJOY THIS BOOK TO READ THAT PART, SO HERE Y'ALL GO...* When the trio turned around to run up the ladder to escape the horrid howls that echoed louder and louder with each passing second in the dreary tunnel, Wilkes was at the front; a victim of circumstance, Trisha was pressed in the middle and behind her was Harold who was hastening behind them as fast as his legs could work.

The Goddess Polaris gave me. - I know. She gave you a sigh. - My work is done. Ulysses goes out of the oasis. His family resumes the journey north, following the seals. Lucifron looks at the phoenix, and says: - Friend, can't you tell me how you can help me get there? - he says, pointing to the place where the enchanted land was. The phoenix flapped its wings furiously. It looked like it was arguing. - I know, I know. You try to tell me, but I don't understand you. Sorry.

'Seems like we've reached the sea of memories. 'Holy Chewbacca.' 'Bless the moon goddess's tits to have us see such a mesmerizing sight.' 'Haven't seen this much cobwebs and why does the fog have to be pink?' 'What would it do now?' 'Heard from my father that it stirs up fights between people.' 'Only Alpha Finlay and some of his warriors have crossed the seven seas before.' Ophelia flickered her eyes open. It was dawn and she had been hearing men talk as they set to work.

"Time to come home." **END OF CHAPTER NINE**

Hades’ spirit left Odeus’s body in a thick dark ash as it went down the open ground just as Odeus’s body burnt up in hell fire . Even after everything Odeus was still my mate and did not deserve to just burn into literal flames from hell . My heart ached and broke as tears welled up my eyes upon watching my mate burning up in flames . I blinked and the hole on the ground was no longer there ,the sky no longer seemed to be at war as it cleared up and the atmosphere quieted down. All our eyes went to Odeus’s ashes as they lit up in a light blue hue followed by flame like sparks before his body reappeared from the ashes and just like a Phoenix he rose .

Part One The Journey The tempest had passed. The rumbles of thunder were fading, and the flashes of lightning were moving away as Yvayn, son of Myllyof, son of Myrmidon, sat on the rocky edge of an ancient water-worn shoreline. He looked up to see the sun glowing in a rich amber hue as it set under the towering clouds. He had been watching the tide in its relentless march up the shore toward his perch as it has moved for eons before him. The white foam climbed ever closer toward him, hardly stopping before another wave crashed again. More rumbling came and went as the winds brought a cool breeze off the water. The smell of the sea wafted up into his face misting him with a soft sheen of brac

Feels risky. Odysseus seems to read the doubt on our faces and chuckles. “He can’t kill me. I’ll just pop back up in Elysium and walk back.” Charlie glances at me. I shrug. “What’s it gonna hurt?” “Everyone else, move closer to me,” she says. “I’ll shrink the shield and let him out.” We shuffle in. The field glides off Odysseus like oil, and he steps free. He nods once and strides toward Briareus.