Novel & Cerita Zoe Nightshade Percy Jackson

Zeus's P.O.V. I clench my fist and walk until I get home. It's now fullmoon. And today is another day when I am struggling because I am losing control of myself. When I lost control, all I wanted to do was kill and eat the person. I also don't know who I'll meet, and even if they're close to me, I can still hurt or kill them. "Lock me in the basement, Jason. Close me tight, then put the handcuffs on my hands and feet," I said weakly as I sweated.

“Yes. Omegas are rare and powerful. They’re bonded to Alphas who can ground their powers and protect them. Only an Alpha can handle an Omega’s power and gift.” My breath hitched as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, My back started to prickle. It was getting hotter. I tried to stay still without making it obvious, but I kept reaching back to touch the spot. Zane noticed immediately. “Jayden?” He reached out, pulling up my hoodie before I could stop him. I gasped at the sudden rush of air on my back. The cold air didn't cool it, instead it made it worse. “Goddess,” Lucien whispered. “It’s glowing and it is burning like that mark on your chest, Zane.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He knew Lyceon’s powers as he was the brother of the guy Lyceon killed in the club a few months ago. “What's your name?” Ashina asked him, walking near him. She, Lyceon and Aztec! Three of them were present in the dungeon for this vampire which would lead them into their ultimate destination. The vampire didn't say anything so Ashina pulled something out of her pocket. It was a small glass bottle which she showed him and asked, “Do you know what this is?” she asked, smiling. He gulped his saliva knowing it might be silver dust or liquid which killed them, the vampires, painfully.

' again from Cleon and a nod from her godfather before she turned to the male and said, "If you did not make such an entrance into my room, you would not have died." Achilles Eliades, son of Gerasimus Eliades was the typical Ares Familiar type. Tall, muscular, tanned skin with brown hair and bright eyes. A man that spoke brawn over brains. "I got the cake made, I deserved to see it through." "You don't deserve anything." Persephone replied, "And please, by the gods, tell me you have brought me another brood of vipers as a birthday present." "You should show more respect to my children."

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

“Be wary of going out on full moons, lest you want to be turned.” She left the hall of the gods behind her. Zeus eyebrows were knitted together. Her words confused him for a moment but he dismissed her warning with a snort. He was the, all power king of the god’s nothing could terrify him no one would turn him as she said. He had more important things to worry about and not her silly little warning. Atropos knew just what would happen and knew that he would not heed her warning. It was no use warning an arrogant, narcissistic man such as him. The Moiria, just hoped that the gods would not die from this new development.

Then the Beta stepped forward with a daughter at his side—tall, polished, wearing a ceremonial gown like she’d been born into it. Selah Dorne. Her scent rolled across the clearing like roses over rot—too sweet, too sharp, too deliberate. Kieran faced her without looking away from me. “I accept Selah Dorne,” he said, as if the words didn’t cost him anything. The priest hesitated—then lifted the bowl, forced by politics, by pressure, by the pack’s watching eyes. The Moonwater shimmered. And then— It turned black. A ripple spread across the surface, dark as bruised ink.

He looked at me in terror. “You’re eyes!” he said to me. He took steps away from me. I walked away from him. I felt a voice inside of me again screaming in pain. Pain for a millennia of torment. Pain of Celenia, pain of Gabrielle, and pain for myself. It urged me forward. I walked towards edge of the cliff that we were resting upon. I could see the entire battle down below. I saw Rudolph, and all the family members he brought with him engaged in battle with everyone that hurt me. I saw to the left the horizon. A whole new group of vampires charging in. I recognized Silas’ mother and family charging in. She was quick and lethal as she took Marcus Hofer from behind and tore his head off.

the question slipped out. "You exist" she said in a bored voice. "You're a stain, a reminder that sometimes even the moon goddess makes mistakes and I'm sick of looking at you." "Then don't." "Oh I won't have to. Not after today." Eleora leaned in her voice dropping to a whisper. "Enjoy your last hour as a Moonstone wolf omega." More pack members were arriving now. I saw Zane with his father, both of them looking smug. Celeste with her parents and dozens of faces I recognized from years of serving them, cleaning for them.