Dane grabbed the intruder by the front of his chest and completely lifted him off of the floor, causing him to dangle in the air. I gasped. The man couldn't be less than six feet six inches. Dane was a few inches taller and even though the man was also bulky in size it appeared Dane was stronger as well. The man grunted and struggled as he brought out a charm necklace and dangled it forward in Dane's face. Something about the necklace gnawed at me. It was as if I had seen it before and when I looked at my fingers, a memory of me weaving the leather chain and preparing the elixir I poured into the glassy gem-like pendant played in my view. It was a diamond, a pure white diamond. I blinked and the images disappeared into thin air. My chest heaved with shock. "You stole from me?!" Dane snarled. "I found it in the woods," a deep low voice emitted from the man, he sounded gruff and breathy. "Leave us!" Dane growled at the man while the order was directed at the guards. When Dane didn'
I went back into the room and waited for him, pacing back and forth I was a mess. My heart thudded at an irregular tempo. Impatience swelled in me. I needed to know what was going on and if Dane would not tell me then I would have to go looking for answers. "Go where though?" I muttered under my breath. "According to that creature, there's a war brewing," I argued with myself still pacing. My eyes settled on the glass wall covered by drapes and I walked to it. I parted the drapes and stood there, scrutinizing the plain. It was dark out but I could see as clearly as day. The entire plain was covered in snow and tall pine trees were like shadowy monsters as far as eyes could see. I lowered my gaze and they fell just to the ground outside the wall. There was a medieval fire pit built at the centre with wooden benches set at the side of it. Slightly away from the sitting area was an outdoor oven built with mud and iron racks lined the inside. I reverted my eyes to the sturdy bench a
My kind was created solely for battle, not compassion, not empathy, and definitely not love. Offsprings of Gala call us Lycans, a half-human half-beast. Some believe we were the first generation of Werewolves cursed by Zeus for trying to trick him into turning into a cannibal. Others believe that we were direct descendants of Selene, the goddess of the moon, the granddaughter of the primordial parents, Gala (mother earth) and Uranus (father sky). The truth is we were direct descendants of the moon goddess, Selene, she was our mother and Zues was our father. We were her weapons of war. And werewolves are simply unfortunate offsprings of Gala, either bitten or scratched by a full blooded Lycan. They were survivals of my kind. And there was no love lost amongst us. After the Titanomachy war, a battle was fought to decide which of the generation of gods would have dominion over the universe. The Olympians gods won and the Titans, offsprings of Gala, were sent to Tartarus as punishm
Like a mere mortal jittery of a new bride, I cooked, cleaned, and did almost anything to keep the memory of her beautiful body out of my head but it was futile. There was an aura about her which made it obvious to me that she was a demigod. An offspring of a god and a human woman perhaps. She was special and beautiful and in my bed. I groaned, running my fingers through my mane. When I couldn't bare to stay away any moment longer, I went back inside my bedroom and sat beside her, reaching forward to run my fingers through her dark curls in utter fascination. A strange feeling of need welled in me as I stroked the side of her face. She had high cheekbones, a small straight nose and lush full lips that made my heart thud faster. I remembered the colour of her eyes was grey like the moon and longed to see them again. My treacherous eyes trailed down her body, settling over the full swell of her breasts under the covers, down to her narrow waist and I wanted to see more. I gently
"I have heard of Lycans, seen one in the Keeper's journal but never actually encountered one but I have seen werewolves – werewolves are cute when they are not trying to eat you. According to what I saw, Lycans are supposed to be ugly and vicious," she said, "you are neither ugly nor vicious," she added, as she nuzzled her face against the corner of my neck. I chuckled, then groaned when she rubbed her naked soft skin against my body. She shifted her frame, moved and lay atop me, using one hand to frame my chin and smiled into my eyes. I held her by her hips, making her part her legs to straddle me. She leaned over to press a gentle kiss on my lips. "What kind of Lycan are you?" Her sultry tone was textured with a mix of curiosity and hunger for me. She couldn't seem to stop kissing and touching me and I didn't want her to stop either. Her touch was like a soothing balm to my very soul. A slow sip of aphrodisiac in my bloodstream. "Before I answer your question, tell me where you ar
“I have always been a rebellious child. I often challenge the conventional way the coven was run. My actions were tolerable when my mother was alive,” she said, a frown furrowing my eyebrows. “I didn’t know your mother was dead—” I said. “You know her?!” “I met her once. Assisted her in getting rid of a few bad eggs in my camp—” I said vaguely. Not wanting to paint me in some hero light. That has always made me feel uncomfortable. “Oh, heavens she never told me…” “And I can only guess why. Your people and mine are supposed to be enemies,” I said. Saraya searched my gaze. “How did she die?” I asked, remembering the fair skin woman with long blond hair. The young beauty in front of me was nothing like her. Saraya’s exotic beauty far surpassed her mother’s fair one. She had more of the tan skin colour of her ancestors with her enthralling beauty. Perhaps Saraya was not just a mere descendant of a god? “She was attacked and mortally wounded in the Westlands,” she replied. My frown d
I couldn’t help leaning into her to press a kiss to her lips. Dipping my face to the nook of her neck, I pressed my lips to her skin and she shivered. The instant effect I had on her, made my heart soar. I shut my eyes to revel in the feeling for about a minute, enjoying how her body reacted to mine so naturally. And then the strong musk of a wet dog assailed my nostril, I let out a string of expletives in my head, wishing the fucker could fucking give me a break. “I am going to distract him and you, my little one going to take the back door and get the hell out of here,” I whispered when I drew back a little to meet her gaze. Her eyes were darting in their sockets and what I saw in them floored me. “Saraya…” I called, knowing before she opened her mouth that she wasn’t going to follow my instructions. “I can’t leave you,” she said simply, even with fear in her eyes. “Please, don’t ask me to,” she pleaded, reaching forward to clutch the fabric of my shirt. “I can help,” she added.
I took the other side and rushed to the back of the house. When I got there, he was running after Saraya as she ran into the woods at the back of my cabin. The coward shapeshifted and leapt, I picked up speed as Saraya turned around to watch him almost upon her and tripped. A loud groan emitted from her and fury burned hot in my bloodstream. I knew killing the bastard would have consequences but he was beginning to piss me off! “Mátia san kárvouna, dóntia kofterá san xyráfi, áschimoi migádes tis kólasis, emfanízontai sta plíthi sas kai tréfontai me sárkes athánatou!” Saraya muttered but her voice rang high and echoed in the dark cold night. Multiple portals of a burning twirl appeared in the thin air and about twenty-four of the ugliest hellhounds I had ever seen leapt out and upon the guardian. I came to an abrupt halt, stunned and watched as the poor bastard punched and fought off the hounds. Slashing them deftly with his pitchfork and stabbed a few squares in the chest. But the mo
Leaving Saraya sleeping on the bed, I left the room with the intent to parade the pack grounds, the poor thing was tired. It's been quite a day. Wondering if anyone took up Evanore's offer or if Anastasios Martas had snatched his mate away as I did mine. My lips stretched in a smile and I took a deep breath, allowing that familiar feeling of contentment to settle over me. I swore it's been a while. The thought of Zeus still unnerved me whenever he came to mind but I figured I would be able to weather whatever plan he is cooking up as long as I have my family. The sight of the foyer being completely empty made me chuckle. I strode towards the kitchen and sniffed, my strides faltered as I thought about whether to go in or let the two be. Out of curiosity, I proceeded and pushed the door open. Bertulf was sitting on one of the tall stands by the kitchen workable and Ana; his mate, was serving him some steaks. The two looked in my direction when I peered in. "I wasn't expecting to s
"Are you going to kill me? You gutless fool!" Vrionis taunted Bertulf as he came to stand by his side. "No. I have exactly what I wanted. You, groveling at my feet, knowing you are about to die,' Bertulf replied. Vrionis snarled and even with one arm gone and his face bloodied with deep gashes on his left cheek, he made to lunge at Bertulf but Raedwulf Lykaon raised his right booted feet and crushed his head. Alora, Evanore, and I flinched and looked away. Reaching out to wrap her fingers around my wrist and Alora's, Evanore whispered, "We should leave the men to finish this up." "Yes!" Alora effused with eyes shielded with her other hand. I gestured to Sarafina to join us as Evanore drew us away from the scene and we found our way through dead bodies and to our side of the border. I didn't look back until we were on our side. And when I did, I only looked upward, silently searching for my husband for the second time in hours. "You can go home, Luna, this might take a w
I watched as a legion of wolves and Lycans milled to one side, about half of Vrionis armies, but the rest plus the ones with the neck bracelets did not stop. They started to rush forward towards us. Anastasios Martas howled and the guardians swept in after them. "If you are with me, stand to the far right!" Bertulf yelled, "and let the grounds drink the blood of traitors!" Vrionis half-shifted as he got closer to us. Bertulf did the same. And the difference between their beasts made me understand better the possible source of Vrionis' hatred. Bertulf was not a wolf but a mixed-breed Lycan. "Don't die," I told him. "He is no match for me," he growled back. "He didn't have a mechanical arm then, he does now," I warned and turned my back for just a second thinking to cut off the weight holding the balloon steady, so it could float up unrestrained. And from the corner of my eye, I saw Vrionis leap, landing in front of his half-brother, the two circle each other before leapi
The scene before me was impressive. Saraya has succeeded in buying time and protecting Jared, Sarafina, and the pack gammas. I saw the Lycans we rescued from the human realms were in the mix with Hauser and Kahn. The number of enemies beyond the veil was vast with Vrionis atop a fire-breathing dragon, billowing fire against the shield. And I could see he had replaced his severed hand with a mechanical one.I took a side glance at the guardians in silent inquiry. Anastasios Martas' eyes were swirling with anger. "One of yours?" I asked, gesturing to the dragon. "Mine," one of the newly freed guardians answered from the back. "We may never get him back. He has that damn contraption around his neck!" Anastasios Martas growled. "That thing killed my beast, I can't wait to get my hand on that little shit!" Anastasios Martas snarled. "You all have to be careful, we can't tell what else he has up his sleeves," Evanore said. I nodded. Saraya and Evanore hurried forward to help Sarafina.
My heart was beating faster than normal at the thought that Dane had been in mortal danger and Hekate; my mother, had to intervene and the children had witnessed it. The fear clouded my thoughts and feelings, drowning the emotions geared from meeting my birth mother for the first time. So many things were happening at the same time. I took a quick glance at the entrance Hekate had walked through a moment before with my children as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and not that she had just brought my children back from Mount Olympus. I swallowed, conjuring her image in my mind, and thought she looked quite stunning. And it almost seemed as if I was looking at my own reflection. I felt really charged when she hugged me as if she was passing energy through the very core of my being. Dane making love to me earlier had renewed my strength that had been drained by the ordeal with that bitch; Isidora. But Hekate holding me made me feel even more whole with my skin ting
"I'm fine, Dane, I just need a minute to catch my breath," she grumbled. "I know. You have your minute now," I said and placed her on a side couch. Kneeling in front of her to take off her clothes: her cloak and then her fitted pants were the first to go. Making her perch on the edge of the leather couch. I started to unbutton her inner garb until there was nothing beneath but her naked skin. Once the front flaps were free, I parted them up to reveal her naked breasts and gently stroked the back of my hand against her swollen buds. I fought an inner battle to resist her but damn it, she was beautiful. The need to taste her made me lick my lips. Saraya's breathing grew more audible and I raised hooded eyes to meet hers. She reached under my Pteruges to frantically free my shaft. I leaned forward to cup her delicate chin and took her lips. The soft feel made me groan. Her hands stroking and pumping my dick made me quiver. She wrapped her legs around me so as to draw me closer to
I saw for about 20,000 feet above ground level the fucking witch draining my woman of her essence. She just would not stop compiling her sins against me. Increasing my speed with all the fury in me, I swatted the witches in my way to get to her and wrapped my fingers around her throat. Lifting the bitch from the ground and assuming my true form with horns and all, I snarled close to her face, "What did I say would happen when I see you face to face, witch?" She croaked and fear flashed in her eyes for about a second and then she grinned, "Why are you so mad, Lycan prince? Is it because I bested you and succeeded in making a fool of you? I know your type. Your pride and arrogance are as big as the sky. You can not bare to think a mere mortal like me could outwit you! Fucking bastard!" she spat and I caught her hand movement as she tried to conjure something to use against me and I let her since it appeared she was a moron. She jerked and aimed for my gut with a sharp knife dri
"Anastasios!" Zeus thundered. I heard a movement from my right and then Zeus added, "get him out of my sight!" "Yes," Anastasios Martas said and he called out to Raedwulf Lykaon. And then I felt lifted from the floor. Wanting to walk out with at least a little fucking dignity, I pushed the two away once they helped me up to my feet and started to walk towards the door. I was in excruciating pain but was determined to walk out of that bloody door by myself. And once I was out in the corridor, I fell hard to my knees and slumped. Anastasios Martas and Raedwulf Lykaon rushed to pick me up. "You are so fucking stubborn!" Anastasios Martas growled. "Now I know why he was so relentless. You two are so much alike," he added. "Get me outta here!" I said in a drawl. 'Not in this state you need to heal!' Anastasios Martas retorted. Grabbing him by the throat, I snarled, "Get me out of this goddamn place!" "You are unbelievable, Dane!" Anastasios Martas said in utter frustration. I f
"If I may say something … father," Anastasios Martas said, stepping forward as the guards surrounded us. The guardians stood with me in the circle and totally refused to move. "Don't tell me you want to speak in his defense?" Zeus said, giving him a cold stare. "Not a defense per se, but a report …" he said. Zeus sat back. Tabitha and Keanu looked crestfallen. Serene and Hekate rushed to pick the two up and murmured something to them that assuaged them. Serene held on to Keanu while Hekate carried Tabitha. They then turned to watch Anastasios Martas as he continued to speak. Again, I had a feeling that this was planned. "I'm certain Zeus is aware of the conflict caused by the witch who stole mother's weapon of war using one of Hekate's children as a shield. She used that power to commit a lot of atrocities and also enslave Adrastea Orion, Veniamin Tantalatos, Theseus Vlahatos, Yorgos Petras, Christodoulos Angelopoulos, Giannis Macratos, Panos Stavropoulos, Marios Totopoulos, Mi