Zeus: The Blind Owl Novels & Stories

And his name gave birth to the word 'panic'. Now the young gods climbed to Olympus, took over the palace, and Zeus became their king. His throne was guarded by four winged spirits, two male and two female, named Kratos , Zelos , Nike and Bia. They represented strength, rivalry, victory, and force respectively. Kratos and Bia were the law-enforcers and were tasked with jobs such as the apprehension and imprisonment of the Titans. Nike drove Zeus' chariot and often accompanied him in miniature form.

It never burned her, she plaid with it like it was a string to wrap around her finger. “Once I looked at Uriel, I saw Hera and Micheal’s aura all around her. The innocent golden eyes that bore into my soul at Lillith’s party let me know I found her.” Zeus backed away, walking towards the golden candelabra that held red flamed candles. His fingers trailed over each flame, crushing it between his fingers one by one.

Minho and LJ moved in front of Javi, as if they could protect their brother from what was already done to him. "Poseidon." Minho snarled, "Let Javier go, now, or your superiors will hear about this." "Which superior? The only superior I recognize is my brother, Zeus, and he was the one who ordered me to assist the demons." Poseidon shrugged, sauntering toward them. He had taken the human form of someone who looked barely fifteen, although the characteristic injury to his left eye was still there. A gift from his brother Zeus, the rumors said. Minho had belatedly noticed Poseidon cradling a dagger in his hand.

Mom sighed. "Dad called Iris and Dom..." Mom said, and I looked at her with a questioning look. "Iris has already tried to help..." I pointed out, and Mom nodded. "Yeah, but the one behind this is Helios..." Mom said, and I gasped. He was a powerful god, even more potent than Selene. As the god of light, he has always hated darkness, and vampires are creatures of darkness. Could it be that Zane is like a vampire survival? Is he trying to extinguish an entire race?

Zeus's eyes turned white as his thunderbolt glowed with sparks appearing around it. Poseidon chuckled as he was more entertained now. He feels better when watching Zeus fight than fighting with him. Meanwhile, Apollo positioned his sword and prepared himself knowing that Zeus is a skilled fighter. Zeus didn't waste any time and threw his thunderbolt to Apollo but he quickly dodged it. It hit the chair and it caught fire. Eleena watched them with her eyes wide open and her heart pounding in fear. In a blink of her eyes, Apollo is now striking Zeus with his sword but he is skillfully avoiding Apollo's every attack. Zeus saw an opening and forcefully kicked Apollo in the stomach.

My ladies screamed with passion and excitement booming in their voices. "Full speed to the Oasis!!" I commanded and as the next second came, I felt a powerful jab of air blow beside me as Zeus launched like a predator about to tame its prey. I almost gasped but there was no time to slack or be amazed. I was better than him. And with a profound jealousy that ignited, I launched too. Almost feeling weightless as I raced vehemently alongside Zeus. And in a minute, we were out of the forest, in the vast lands welcomed by scores of Witches rooted firmly by the Oasis boundaries.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

His green eyes sparkled with mischief, but his grip on the air around him felt like crashing waves. They were brothers, eternal, powerful... and now, mine. Or rather, I was theirs. 'Well, fuck me,' Zeus drawled, his voice a deep rumble like thunder rolling in. He circled the altar, eyes raking over my body, lingering on my heaving tits, the curve of my hips, the glistening slit between my thighs. 'Look at this little sacrifice. Ripe as a peach, begging to be devoured.' I tugged at the ropes, the burn making me gasp. 'Please... this is insane. Let me go.' My voice cracked, but even I heard the waver, the unwanted thrill.

“Then look.” He gestured to the wall of monitors and the spread of holographic maps projected across the steel table. Routes, pins, symbols. Dates. Names. Territories. Each mark was a trail of wolves that had vanished. And there, at the center of it all, was the same symbol she had touched on that crate the clawed crescent moon. Her chest seized. “That’s… that’s him,” she breathed, though her voice trembled with rage. “That’s… that’s my brother’s mark!”