We got the call from Nathan over lunch. We’re sitting with Chris, Esteban, and our grandpup, Lily, and our triplets over homemade pizza. Lily is nearly a year old, so she’s not having pizza, but she is gumming on some of the crust. “Papa, don’t you dare give her any cheese! The last time you did, she exploded out of her diaper like five times. Her little body just isn’t ready for cheese yet. Dr. Addams says she needs another few months,” Chris yells at Zak who is tempting Lily with a bite of his pizza. “But she loved it. Didn’t you, little bud? You like cheese so much! Just like your Papa Zak,” he coos to the baby who is trying valiantly to grab the pizza from his hand. “Zak, she had an upset tummy for the rest of the day,” Kayla says. “Just like Nat! Don’t do that to Lily.” “Fine,” Zak says. He puts his pizza down and blows a raspberry on Lily’s belly before putting her back in her high chair next to her aunts and uncle. I guess it would be a little weird to have
*TRIGGER WARNING* This chapter contains non-consensual sexual acts. Please read at your own discretion. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed when you’re changed to a bed in an eternal viking castle. No phone. No watches. No clocks. All I have is the angle of the sun through the window and whenever my wonderful fury attendees bring me food. This last time, Alecto and Mageara had helped me take a bath. Ever have wet reptilian claws wash your hair? I have. It sounds more pleasant than it is. “You know, I can do this by myself. I learned how to when I was five years old. Been doing it ever since,” I hiss out as Mageara 'accidentally’ snags one of her claws in my hair. Again. “Nonsense, my queen. You shouldn’t strain yourself by doing trivial matters such as this. Your station affords you help in all aspects of your life. And we will make sure that you get the aid that you deserve,” Alecto says. “Everything you deserve,” M
The time we were in Hermes’ palace was spent resting, bathing, eating, and planning. The Oreiades, or mountain-nymphs, that follow Hermes around attended to us. Their voices were gravelly and low, like rocks scraping over each other. Hermes came back, but was quiet for the most part. He just kind of took care of us. Well, most of us. I don’t think that the messenger of the god likes me all that much. Or he likes me too much? I don’t know. He’s either glaring at me or checking me out. I’m not quiet sure how to feel about this dude. He’s sexy, though I imagine most gods are. All golden skin and muscles on muscles. But there’s something about his eyes. This arresting blue that I can’t seem to look away from when I make eye contact with him. Look, don’t get me wrong, Jacob is still the sexiest man that I’ve ever seen. But there is nothing wrong with looking. We both do it. The Goddess put us all here to be appreciated, right? But there is absolutely no desire for u
Tartarus is this huge fucking whole with millions of levels that just go deeper and deeper down into this abyss. I mean, there’s no seeing the bottom. At all. I got vertigo looking over the side of the damn thing. In the very center is this huge ass island of stone. Like a pillar that comes up from the bottom of the pit. And that’s where Tisphone is. She is large, nearly twice the size of Brandon, who is the tallest wolf I’ve ever met. And yet her wingspan is even twice the size of that. It’s insane how large she is. Her visage is…unpleasant. She looks like a big ass bat mixed with an ugly ass woman. Look, I try not to judge people by their looks. It’s nothing they can fix and nothing that they chose. But this chick is ugly as they come. And she isn’t wearing a shirt! She’s ancient and her titties tell the tale of that. All shriveled and saggy. Not an attractive look. Zero out of ten, do not recommend.There’s no way to get to her that I can see. No bridges or st
We all jog the rest of the way down the tunnel, making it to the entrance to Tisphone’s stairs in less time than we planned. We’re all amped and ready to get this shit down. I’m afraid that all of us won’t make it out of here. I mean Dad, Auntie Charlie, Odysseus, Isaac, and Lacy will be fine. They’re all dead already. But the rest of us? Ma? Pop? Alexander, Summer, Jared? Any one that’s here with us? I don’t know. I don’t know if any of us will make it through. I can’t think about that right now though. I’ve got to get my head in the game. “Leave your packs and shit here,” Dad tells us. “We’re going to need to move as easily as possible. Only thing we should worry about is Alexander’s blade.” “We all ready?” Ma asks. A chorus of yeses answer her. “Hit the dot,” Pop tells us. And we all do, watching our hands to watch until the dot turns a solid green. It’s really weird to see our hands glow like they’ve got some kind of electronic button inside of them. Mag
When I plunged the sword that Hermes gave me into Tisphone’s chest, it’s like a jolt of pure power shoots through me. I feel as if I’ve been struck by lightning, the feeling zinging through my entire body in less than a second. But the furry isn’t completely dead. No, she has enough time to scream. I swear, the sound is so loud that my ear drums burst. At least, that would explain the blood that is drying on my neck when I wake up with Pop’s hands on the sides of my head. “Holy shit!” Ma says, leaning and awkwardly wrapping me in a hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again!” “What happened?” I ask groggily. “When Tisphone screamed after you stabbed her, you passed out from the shock of her scream. You had some hemorrhaging from being so close to her when it happened,” Pop explains. “Why’d she scream like that?” I ask, shaking my head to try and erase the feeling of just waking up. I mean, I guess I technically did just wake up, but it’s not really the feeling you want to h
We ended up leaving the pups back at the pack. Between Brandon’s parents and Clara, Zak’s mom, we had plenty of people to watch not just the triplets, but also little Lily. Valhalla isn’t a place for pups. Which is why we’re going there to get Nyx out. “Kayla, baby,” Zak says, pulling my hand from my mouth. “If you don’t stop biting your nails, you’re going to have stumps to your knuckles.” He holds my hand, rubbing my cheek as I watch him. “I know. I’m just so freaked out,” I tell him. “We know, Beautiful,” Brandon says to me, running his fingers through my hair. “But you chewing your nails bloody isn’t going to help anything.” I lean back into Brandon’s chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around me. Zak picks up my fet and props them on his lap. Immediately, his hand sneaks under my pants leg and starts rubbing the skin there. Feeling their hands on my skin, the soothing fated sparks, calms me immediately. “We can’t go into this half-cocked, Princess,” Zak says,
I feel like a zombie. Like I’m pushed away from everyone and everything, including myself. It feels like everything is muffled. Like my brain is wrapped up in cotton, my ears plugged with it. Nothing feels the same as it did before. I’m not hungry. I constantly feel tired. Lucifer touched me in places that I’ve only touched myself before. He didn’t pay attention to my protests and pleas from him to stop, my tears not deterring him. And the worst part is that my body responded to him. Every fucking time. I lost count of the number of orgasms that he forced from my body. It was to the point that I literally passed out in the tub with him holding me. When I woke up, I found that I was on my bed, dressed in a long shirt that hit me at mid thigh and a pair of panties. I realized the shirt was the one that Lucifer had been wearing and I immediately tore it off of me. It was then that I realized that my hands were free from their shackles, as was one of my feet. There is on
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I’ve been stuck here in the Underworld at Uncle Hades and Aunt Persphone’s palace for weeks, unable to see my mates for anything. I was so fucking stupid. Erasing their marks wasn’t even the dumbest thing that I did, though it was by far the worst thing I could have done to make them trust me. Especially Jacob. No, the dumbest thing that I did was checking in on them once they went back to the gates of Valhalla. Because Lucifer caught me as they were escaping to come to the Underworld. And now he has all of us down here together so that he can “keep his allies close.” I’ve managed to slip out a couple of times just to check on my mates, but Lucifer himself caught me last time. I’m still recovering from being thrown into the flames of the Phlegethon River. It didn’t matter that I told him that I was checking up on our enemies’ whereabouts and activities. He said that he had other’s to do that and I was to stay in line and follow his orders. I don’t know how I’m going to be
“How is it that we haven’t heard anything in two weeks? I don’t understand!” Nathan is frazzled and very much on edge. Not only is he grieving the loss of Gregory and Citra, but he hasn’t heard from Nyx at all. And not only that, we have no idea where she is. We’ve heard nothing from the evil gods or goddesses. Nothing from Lucifer. Hell, we don’t even know where Hermes is. Selene and Hecate have returned to their realms. Thor is still hanging out with Selene in her realm. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I also doubt that I have much say in how this goes. If Selene is our mother and she mates with Thor, does that make him our new daddy? Blech. I don’t even want to think about it. That’s just wrong on so many, many levels. The weird thing, though, is that we haven’t heard from Hermes either. Neither has JoJo, Alexander, and Jared. They have no idea where he is. JoJo and Alexander have said that they’ve gotten a couple of mindlinks from him sporadically h
I feel hollow. Completely gutted. Like everything has been scooped out of me. Nyx is gone. We have no idea where she could be. Nathan hasn’t been able to find her on the Astral Plane. We haven’t been able to find Hermes and we can’t get in touch with Hades or Persephone since we left Tartarus.Citra is dead. And though I didn’t know who Citra was until 22 years ago, she became as much of a sister to me as Isla, Ivy, and Indigo are. As much as Iris was. I presided over her handfasting with Michael. I’m the godmother to Caleb, her first born. I don’t remember a day going by in 22 years where we didn’t speak to each other at least once. And now she’s gone.And my mate died saving me. He literally pushed me out of Fenrir’s grasp and died to protect me. We said goodbye to him yesterday, Jamal, our children and I staying in the field until his pyre completely burned out. I have no idea how we’re going to move on from here. Jamal and I are basically living, breathing ghosts.
Bella and I have been in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one third of our soul and now that he’s gone, it’s like there’s a great gaping hole in our lives. Our two sets of twins Freya and Finnegan and Amethyst and Axel have been trying to help us, but it’s all that they can do to keep their grief at bay. Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war started. When it was us against Mathias. About 22 years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later when the Riding Hoods first showed up. Twenty years together. Though it might seem long, it wasn’t enough. Gregory was our bright spot in this world. He always found the silver lining. Always found something for us to smile or laugh about. Always made the day brighter just by being him. Bella and I have always been the practical ones, bogged down by our responsibilities as alpha and High Priestess. Gregory found a way to cheer us up. Brought a different perspective to our hard times. How will we find
I rush over to Bella and Jamal who have fallen to the ground sobbing. Mom looks split between going to Michael and going to Bella and Jamal. Michael was in her original pack, but Bella and Jamal have been a necessary part of our family because of my being a hybrid. They are both like family to us, though I’m definitely much closer to Bella and Jamal. As the witches seem to be gathering around us, Mom and Dad run to Michael’s side. Hawk and Jareth follow them. They are sobbing. Wordless, agony filled cries falling from their mouths, They cling to each other, not seeming to sense any of us around them. I can’t even imagine the pain that they are going through. It has to be awful. I don’t even want to know what I would do if Nyx…I can’t even think about it. The fact that I can’t even see her is killing me. And we’re not even mated. We’ve barely known each other for a few months. How awful must it be for them to have lived together for more than 20 years. To have child
I have just finished slicing through two demons when I see the giant wolf enter the field. That has to be Fenrir, the evil werewolf son of Loki. Yeah, I know my mythology. Chris went through a phase where she wanted to know everything about all the mythologies in the world. And at that point, Zak and I had already decided that he was on math and science duty, while I was on history, cultural studies, and English. Can’t beat a master bullshitter. I know exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. So when I see him heading towards Bella and Citra, I start to run across the field. Through our pack mindlink, I yell Get to Bella and Citra! I feel all the wolves look towards them, but Fenrir landed less than 20 yards from them. It would just take a few of his massive steps to make it to their side. I see Gregory and Jamal fighting their way towards Bella, Michael to Citra, but there’s no way that they’re going to be able to make it in time. But Gregory puts on a huge burst
Within seconds, wolves and gods are teleporting into the camp. The fae and other supernaturals have also contacted their rulers and we have portals opening up all over the place. The only ones that don’t show up are JoJo, Alexander, Chris, and Jacob. Hecate still hasn’t come back from bitching out Hermes, so they can’t teleport to us. “Alright everyone, circle up! We’ve got to come up with a plan NOW. What information do we have?” Mom says. Her goddess gift of strategy is really going to come in handy here. One of the Valkyries that Gondul sent comes back, streaking through the sky and directly to her leader. “Mist!” Gondul calls when she is about 20 feet away. “Where is Hrist?” “Keeping watch. The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them. Looks like he is leading them with a god that we do not know,” the Valkyrie, Mist, responds. “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul’s face turns to look at us, her expression impassive. “Yes.
It’s been two hours since Nathan went to the Astral Plane. Bella stopped in to check on them after he had been there for an hour, but found the couple talking to each other in low voices and snuggling on a couch. She elected to allow Nathan to stay there for another hour. He and Bella are emerging from his tent right now. “How is she?” I ask my best friend when he gets close. It’s easy to see that he’s been crying, but just as easy to see that spending that time with his mate has helped him a lot. I want to give him a hug, but Nathan doesn’t always welcome that kind of affection when he’s this upset. “She’s hanging in as best as she can. I think that seeing someone other than her tormentors was really helpful,” he tells me. “Bro, it’s got nothing to do with seeing ‘someone’ and everything to do with seeing you,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder and squeezing. He actually blushes a bit, a small smile crawling over his face. “She told me that she loves me.” At t