Who Is Son Of Aphrodite Novels & Stories

Placing her hand on his forehead, Aphrodite recoiled as if sensing something amiss. “What happened here?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. “It was Mavros,” I said, my voice shaking with both grief and anger. “He revealed himself and killed my father.” Aphrodite’s eyes widened with shock. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “He must pay for what he’s done,” I said, my voice firm. “I can’t let him hurt anyone else I love.”

It was his affiliation as the son of the Sky god that spared him. The god matched his sando with a pair of shorts that emphasized his thick thighs. He's a tanned, buff, towering figure, that erases the notion that Dionysus is what he looks like in search images other than his raven-black hair. On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. –

She said. I laughed at her as I stand up and shakes my head. "Silver, you're forgetting one thing." I said removing invisible dusts in my clothes. Silver looked at me confused, "Wha-What are you saying?" she said. "I am the only son of the great king Lycaon." I said and saw Priam snickered. "I may night be as strong as Loki, or as calm and dependable as Priam but I have the blood of the greatest king ever existed here in Arcadia. I may be a fool, but I still possess the greats qualities of my deceased father" I said and tapped her by her shoulder.

I look between my father and the sun goddess. "Wh...what did you do? What is happening?" I croaked out. "I think your body went into stress when all your memories came rushing back. I am so sorry this was not meant to happen." I see my father rushing towards the sun goddess. He grab her throat and starts pressing. "Help the baby. She cannot loose that baby." I see the sun goddess's face turning blue. She waves a hand and my father falls towards the floor. It looks like my father is having a seazure.

His hair cascades around his face in dark ringlets. “Father, can I interest you in wine?” he asks. “Ah, Dionysus, yes please,” Zeus cheers as the man pours red wine from a decanter he is holding, “Son, this is your half sister, Iokaste.” The man looks at me with a mix of curiosity and disgust, “She is one of the Menae? One of the wild monstrosities Mother and that human created?” Excuse me? Did he just call me a monstrosity? I don’t fucking think so, asshole.

He was right, I had to be strong because if I get weak I wouldn't be able to have my revenge on those five monsters. I gulped down the whole soup and he smiled lightly. "T-thank you". I muttered and he nodded. "What's your name little one?". He asked. "My name is Amphitrite". I whispered hoarsely. "Your name is very unusual. Who gave you that name?". He asked curiously. "My mommy and daddy gave it to me". I mumbled. "What does it mean?". He asked curiously. "Queen of the sea". I replied hoarsely.

More every single thing I was trying very hard not to think about. "Seraphine," Luca said. "This is my father. Xavier Blackwell." Xavier extended his hand. I shook it. His grip was firm and brief and completely businesslike and his skin against mine lasted exactly two seconds and I felt it go through me like a current — low, immediate, humiliating — and I made absolutely certain nothing showed on my face. "Seraphine." He said my name like he was hearing it for the first time. Perfectly. Without a single seam. "Luca's told me about you."

The power rolling off him is potent, and I fight the urge to bow to him. “You know who I am, boy?” he asks, and I gulp and shake my head. “No, sir, I don’t,” he chuckles, and Gaia watches us. “You have his and her eyes. No matter, you have come here for something, so let me introduce myself to you,” he says and I think, my eyes they are similar to Asteria’s and Poseidon’s. “My name is Kronos. I am the father of Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus.”

“ Oh, she’s so beautiful, Zara. She looks just like you when you were a baby.” Tears are already streaming down my face. Maria picks up my son. “ And this one is the splitting image of his father.” Marcello smiles proudly. “ He is, isn’t he? Has my nose and all.” Everyone laughs. Maria smiles down at me. “ Your hands are already full with these ones, I can tell.”

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”