Wizardess Heart Zeus Novels & Stories

ZEBULUN- Twenty Years Old He stood by the window, the fresh morning breeze blowing his long hair over his face. Raising a hand up to tuck them behind his ear, he heard footsteps approaching and his eyes darted in their balls. “Alpha Prince.” The voice of his assistant guard sounded near as the guard gave a slight bow and Zebulun turned around to face him. Dressed in a royal attire with a white soft cloth strapped on his eyes and a golden staff in his hands, Zebulun grew up to be a blinding beauty among the men but his disability stood as an hindrance to be recognized as one.

His eyes drifted to the doorway where Francesa had fled after their encounter. Elijah's jaw tightened. He hated the idea of owing Zeus anything, of putting Francesa at risk with his uncle's hungering gaze. But he knew he didn't have a choice. "And the price?" he asked through gritted teeth. Zeus leaned forward, setting his glass down with a soft click. "The price is simple, nephew. Your little genie. She'll warm my bed and bind us together, lend me her power to shield us all." Elijah's fists clenched harder, knuckles white. "She doesn't belong to you."

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she blinked rapidly. Someone saved her. The figure moved beside her, and she looked up as the clouds shifted, allowing the moonlight to spill down and illuminate him. Violet gasped, her heart stopping in her chest seeing those red eyes. “Alpha Z...Zenith?” She whispered, her voice barely audible, as the realization crashed over her. Alpha Zenith’s eyes, filled with a mix of worry and anger, locked onto hers. Even though she slapped him, the most powerful Alpha of the continent, he swallowed the tiny insult because the girl in front of him was not some ordinary girl.

As much as it sounded like she was struggling with her sincerity, I was overjoyed at that. I held up her left hand and the golden bracelet glinted. “If ever I should lose myself to anyone, all it takes is one glimpse at this bracelet to reunite me with you.” I kissed her fingertips. “You have bonded with Zuzu and Zeus absolutely adores you. So you have all that you need to bag me as tight as you can.” “Where’s Zeus? Why isn’t he showing himself to me?” “He’s busy.” “Doing what?” “Searching for Hera.”

He only knew a few of them, but he couldn’t deny their strong power of curse magic. Zenus came just in time. He emerged near the king. But he was not alone, he was with one female faerie, who also wore a warrior’s suit, and his long red hair was tightly braided. Her deep green eyes made him think she looked familiar. “Sorry if we’re late.” Zenus apologized. He looked haggard and deprived of sleep, “But I got what we need. I want you to meet Zuaine, my cousin.” Zenus introduced the faeries inside the building to Zuaine. His cousin lightly arched his head to acknowledge everyone.

“Alpha Alaric… the Moon Goddess chose us—” “Don’t bring destiny into this, Seara,” he growled. “You were a mistake. A weak-blooded omega who got lucky. I see it clearly now.” “And I give him everything he needs,” Seraphina added, stepping forward to hook her arm through his with possessive grace. “Power. Strength. Prestige.” Seara’s heart cracked, but her spine stayed straight. “You think power is cruelty draped in silk?” Alaric let out a bitter laugh. “Power is what I need at my side in battle. Not someone who needs saving.”

"You came back. I told them. I told 'em you'd come back. Everybody in here was walking around like a funeral for four days and I kept saying, the lady owes me a cake, she's not gonna skip town on a cake -" "Buttercream," Zariah said, not looking up from the maps, and I watched the corner of her mouth move for the first time in four days. "You'll have it. Now shut up and heal, I need Darius's brain and he can't use it while he's worrying about yours." "She's back," Little J said, to the ceiling, deeply satisfied, and subsided. Zariah’s POV I laid it out on the war table the way I'd once diagrammed a hostile takeover in a seminar room, boxes and arrows, my father's beautiful handwriting on a l

Cassandra swiped around to scowl at the bird. "What are you talking about?" "The Czar is a hopeless fool," the owl went on. "But he's a hopeless fool with magic and a heart filled with greed. He wants to offer his daughter to Koschei the Deathless, so that he, too, can rule the World Beyond and the human world. I know I don't say this often, but I am relieved to have found you for her." "Well, she saved me last night, so we are pretty much even." Cassandra shrugged. But the owl beat her wings and flew over to perch on a rock nearby and looked down at her with those wild yellow eyes.

Even Mathin stared at her, incredulous. Nuclear winter stormed behind Keilor’s eyes, but his voice was calm when he answered, “Name a warrior who has defeated me since I became a man, Lady, and I will give you everything I own.” Jasmine held his gaze, refusing to give ground. She might not be able to take him with a blade, but she wouldn’t be the first one to give way now. “Which is a great deal, by the way,” Rhapsody broke in, almost babbling.

Amara cries out with regret. Zoe shakes her head. “It's okay, Amara. I was just glad that you were with me as long as you were. I thought I was going to go crazy until you showed up.” Both women continue to talk, unaware of their male audience. Eventually, Kell clears his throat and nudges Amara’s shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but we need to get to business, beauty queen?” Amara blushes. “Oh, sorry. Zoe, this is my boyfriend and mate, Kell. Kell, this is Azazel’s mate, Zoe.” Kell waves impatiently while Amara continues. “Okay, so we’ve been doing the research on the amulet you told us about and on the Siphon spell and have found a few interesting things. Come look at wha