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“This is going to be fuckign insane,” I whisper to my parents. We’re seated in the large amphitheater where the gods convene and the archangels have been training. It’s my first time coming here, mostly because this is Valhalla. We are surrounded by all of the healers in the different supernatural races that we are allied with. Fairies, elves, pixies, brownies, selkies, shifters, shaaman, witches, and so many more. Add to that the handful of demi-gods and godlings that are here and there are literally a fuck ton of healers in this space. It was sort of a family reunion for me, my parents, my brothers, and our mates. We haven’t seen each other since Hermes had to go into hiding after betraying Lucier. It’s understandable that my brothers want to be with their mates, but that doesn’t make us miss them any less. And then to see Jacob’s transformation for the first time! He’s still our Jacob, but he’s not at the same time. His features are basically the same, but there are seve
Wolves have been pouring into Arcadia all week. Warriors. Medical professionals. Trainers. Mates. They are all here to participate in the war. A few days ago, the healers had all met in Valhalla to figure out what the plan would be. Those who were natural healers would be going into battle, fighting alongside the other warriors and healing as they went by, as much as they could quickly. And then there would be those who were set up behind our lines, doing surgery, treating wounds, and saving as many of our people as they could. Shifters, who were harder to hurt and kill would be in charge of getting the wounded to the doctors from the battlefield. Seemed like a good plan to me, but I wasn’t really being asked. In this, I’m just a soldier. Though I am an important one. Because I have a mission all my own. While the Thrones and angels are going after Lucifer and the others are taking out as many of the other baddies as they can, I have to go for Nyx. Each war god is g
“We’re ready. The fight will begin tomorrow. Be ready at first light.” That was the message that Selene and Thor mindlinked to us earlier today. The Thrones are ready. The battleplans are made. All of the supplies and pack members are here. It’s time. So Arya, Dev, Alexander, Rowen, and I decided to make a big meal for our families. Dev and the boys man the grill. I whip up a cake, a sweet potato pie, and an apple pie. And Arya ropes Summer, Jared, and Hermes into helping her make all the sides. Let me tell you, you have not lived until you have been a part of a Vegter barbeque. The food is amazing, the company is hilarious, and the feeling of being part of something even bigger than a family settles firmly in your heart. Even the coldness that has settled over Jake since he became a Throne seems to thaw somewhat. Hermes seems to relax into the time together and I can feel through the bond how happy Alex is to be with his family again. It makes me miss my family some
The second that Alexander stills after his orgasm, I teleport all of us to the bedroom. Though our positions are a bit altered. Jacob is on his back with Josefina straddling him. I’m behind her, between Jacob’s legs and prepared to take our girl from behind. Alexander is laying on the bed beside Jacob, able to have time to recover from his orgasm. Alexander turns to me, a mocking smile on his face. “How do you know that I was done inside of our girl?” “I didn’t. But I figured you could take it out on me by fucking Jacob’s mouth while Josefina rides his dick and I get inside that sweet ass of hers,” I tell him with a smile. Alexander lets out a growl of lust and he moves so that he’s kneeling by Jacob’s head. I look down to see the lewd scene of Josefina rubbing her pussy dripping with her slick and Alexander’s cum all over Jacob’s hard cock. And then I see his ass flexing as he tries to get enough of an angle to single into her pussy. “I might just have to get into
This is it. The day that the war starts. The day that we either kill Lucifer or he kills us. I should say that I’m nervous, but I’m not. Nerves, anxiety, fear. They don’t have a place in the emotions of a Throne. Honestly, that’s not really a great thing. A lot of people think that bravery is the absence of fear. It’s not. It’s taking fear and making it work for you. Pushing through it and doing what needs to be done. But it also makes you cautious. Not just about you, but also about the people that are with you. If you don’t have a healthy fear of dying, then you aren’t careful about plans. Yeah, you do crazy ass plan that sometimes pay off in spectacular ways. But it also can fuck shit up pretty badly as well. If you aren’t worried or even a little scared about what might happen to you or your team, then you’re going to get someone killed and pretty damn quickly.But what I can’t bring myself to dwell on it too much, mainly because I don’t really worry about it too
Did you know that Charon’s boat can change size to accommodate the load of people that he’s ferrying across the Styx? Yeah, me either. I’ve only ever seen those pictures where it looks like he’s moving a raft or a gondola looking thing. But when he takes us over, the boat he’s manning is the size of the Staten Island Ferry. Eat your heart out Colin Jost and Pete Davidson. Anyway, with his boat being so big and able to carry so many wolves, fae, elves, gods, and whatnot, it only takes a few trips for him to get all of us to the other side. Cerberus is there, waiting for us. You ever seen a three headed Rottweiler? Yeah, I hadn’t either until today. If it weren’t for the fact that we were getting ready to go into battle, I might think today was well worth the visit just for the cool shit that I’m seeing. Summer smacks my shoulder as she catches me gazing awestruck up at the big ass dog that’s guarding the way into the Underworld. “Get your head into the game, Beta,” sh
The large ditch that’s in front of us is a sharp decline that leads to down to a floor of sharp, jagged rocks, easily 15 feet below us before rising on a rocky slope to the other side. There’s no way for us to cross without wolves getting hurt and I don’t know the work around. The other thing that we’ve noticed is that if we do stay here, we’re going to start getting battered by arrows, since we’re within range. We’ve got to figure something out and fast. Especially if Rowen, Alex, and I are going to make it to Hades’s palace which glitters like black gold in the distance. I’m trying to work out a plan when I see Zoe and Kaia kneel on the ground in a move that looks almost choreographed and plant both of their hands to the earth. Zoe is the first one that closes her eyes and a power emanates from her, going across the ditch and moving to the land that the enemy stands on. An earthquake so powerful that it cases their catapults and temporary structures to fall over or break and
The screeching sound that comes from above us sounds like a combination between the howl of a wolf, the cry of some kind of bird of prey, and a woman’s scream. We look up and there are seven of these…things. They have the body of a woman, looking heavily pregnant and near giving birth, talons for feet and wings like a giant eagle, and the head of an enormous rabid jackal. But the belly is actually full of the babies and men that they’ve eaten. They are wearing what looks like a skull bikini, a skull covering each breast and her vulva. It’s fucking weird and looks very uncomfortable. In their hands, each carries one knife made of fire and another made of ice. The Lamashtu. The seven aspects of the Mesapotamian Goddess of evil. Think Hecate, but in seven different bodies instead of sharing the same body. And when I say that she was evil, I mean EVIL. Evil just for evil’s sake. One of the few goddesses in all of the various pantheons who didn’t have a reason to be evil. S