The goddess watered the prickly shrubs in her garden while humming to herself. She seemed to be strangely fascinated by them.
She wasn't sure if it was because of their pointed horns or because the shrub would grow them pointed all winter long before sheathing them to allow the spring flowers to bloom on them.
She enjoyed the fact that they might be as perilous and exposed as the circumstances called for.She heard one of her nymphs clearing her throat behind her while she was busy caring for the flowers."What's that?" The goddess questioned while casting a hard glance at the nymph behind her. The nymph said, "The messenger is here again," as she stood up apprehensively.
The goddess cocked an eyebrow in response, turned fully to face the nymph, and inquired, "What does he want this time?"The nymph replied with her head slightly lowered and her eyes fixed on the ground, "He claims the king of the underworld has delivered an important message for you."
The nymph's statement immediately caught the goddess' attention. What message Hades would have sent for her, she couldn't help but wonder. She only ever encountered him and his wife at occasions. Despite the fact that Demeter made her see Persephone more frequently, she otherwise had no connection to the couple, particularly him.The goddess turned away from her favorite flowers and entered her lovely home. The nymph ran after her quickly.The envoy could be seen leaning on one of the goddess' windows and attempting to prod a carnivorous plant with his bare fingertips."If I were you, Phyil, I wouldn't do it." She nonchalantly forewarned the messenger, instantly grabbing his attention.
"How wonderful to meet you again," said Fowol. Phyil spoke as he moved away from the plant and went in the direction of the deity.
Why did you come here today? Because she had important things to do and didn't have time to waste by listening to Phyil's chatter, Fowol requested right immediately.Phyil saw her down to the business tone and sighed, "Okay... okay." Immediately, he went into his bag to find the scroll Hades had handed him.He held out the scroll composed of bones to Fowol, saying, "This is for you."
With care to avoid touching his hands with her fingers, Fowol carefully took up the strange scroll. She carefully opened the scroll, which rattled in an ominous manner. She didn't particularly like the scroll's design or the material used to manufacture it, as seen by the little scowl that appeared on her face right away.She nonetheless read it out loud. As she continued reading the scroll at a perfect rate, her eyes gradually enlarged.
"Impossible!" When she had finished reading the scroll, she observed, raising her voice a little.
"What?" Phyil inquired enquiringly. From the time the scroll was delivered to him, he was incredibly curious about the message it contained.
Hades requests that I couple up the Lycan King. Fowol said somberly. She was extremely offended even by the mention of the Lycan King. She had no affection for that being or the realm of bleeding rivers that he oversaw.
What's wrong with that, you ask?" Phyil asked, raising his eyebrows to indicate his piqued curiosity.What is incorrect about partnering Lucian? Fowol resounded. "Everything! Given everything he has done, he is not deserving of a partner. He is a monster. As she returned the scroll to Phyil, she remarked, rewrapping it.It's getting crowded in the underworld because Lucian is putting more people to sleep than are being born, so you should take Hades' request into consideration "Phyil explained, but Fowol shrugged. She was unwavering.She said, crossing her arms across her chest, "I can't do this." "I cannot make such a sacrifice for someone."
"Oh, please! Lawrence had a partner. You may pair Lucian too! After all, they resemble one another "Fowol ignored Phyil's shrug since she knew better.
"Take my words to Hades," Fowol said, appearing with a quill and a scroll formed of parchment and furiously writing on it. "The Lycan King'd not be paired," he added.
When Fowol handed Phyil the new scroll and he read what she had written on it, his frown grew even more severe."Yet why? For that savage, I'm sure there must be someone out there "Phyil retried, but Fowol appeared steadfastly unmoved.
Fowol said the messenger, who was also keen about not going without making anything happen, "I don't couple Lycans, Phyil, or Bladu; my sister used to do that."But you should think about this," I said. Lucian has been on a murderous spree. If he keeps going, he'll have killed half the monsters' offspring in no time." Phyil used logic.
Fowol shrugged, "I don't see anything wrong with that."Of course you don't, but it might result in a significant imbalance, and we don't want to enrage the echidna. Phyil argued once more that "she loves her grandchildren."Fowol thought in her mind this moment. Phyil wasn't altogether mistaken, and she was aware of how Echidna could occasionally act. Fowol wasn't sure if anyone had been born yet with the strength and charm to subdue the Lycan King, but he hoped so.I respect your opinion, but I don't believe that providing him a partner would have any negative effects on him. He is beyond that, we are told."Well, we saw how Lawrence's situation turned up." We would cross our fingers and wish Lucian the same. He'd probably be occupied with a pal long enough to forget about developing his military capabilities." Others are a little concerned about this."
It's not that simple, Fowol told Phyil as she shook her head in dissent. Despite the fact that they are both night children, Lawrence and Lucian are significantly different from one another. Lucian is an entirely different person. He lacks empathy, sympathy, and all other human emotions." He's just blatantly cruel and cold."Phyil waved his hand casually, "Oh, you don't have to worry about it." Something was brewing in his thoughts, as shown by the smirk pulling at the tips of his lips.
"I'm sure she has enough tricks up her sleeve to help us with this one, Phyil winked. My next trip is at Aphrodite's.
Fowol wasn't persuaded, though. She knew the Lycan King even before he became powerful, so she was certain of her choice. She was aware of his past behavior as well as what he would become in the future: cold, barbaric, evil, cruel, and poignant.
"Fowol, just this once, please. Phyil asked earnestly, "We don't want another war."His remarks had a weight to them that made Inana's resolve tremble a little. The goddess pursed her lips and raked through her memories to come up with the ideal candidate for the Lycan King.After a while, she started to smile. She had actually located someone who could complete the task for them, as evidenced by the smile that danced across her lips.I am aware of someone who would be ideal for him. She exclaimed with delight.For her, this had suddenly become interesting. She was interested in how this might develop. She knew this would go down in her book as one of the most passionate and intense matches she had ever made.
She was already anticipating witnessing the Lycan king pursue a very specific dark she-wolf with an extraordinary golden mane and a ferocious tongue.The joy of the goddess caught the messenger's attention. It spread easily. With the same enthusiasm, he questioned. Who is that?The goddess said with much mischief, "You'll find out soon enough."Athena used her pursed lips to look through the thick layer of snow at the edge of the woods. She squinted to see better through the white snow that looked like ghosts.She said, "I know you're hiding somewhere in there, Dal." She looked at the snow again, but the big, fluffy snow leopard that was also her second shadow was nowhere to be found."Dal, come on. We're getting late. Tomorrow, I'll play with you "She was sad because she couldn't find that leopard anywhere. Behind the thick grey clouds, the sun had already set, taking the light with it. They had had enough fun and it was time to go home, but the snow leopard didn't seem to want to go.When Dal didn't come out of hiding, she got angry."Fine!" She lost her temper and went deeper into the forest to find the snow leopard. She muttered, "I wonder where you're hiding" as she followed the small path through the woods.As she moved further into the trees, it began to snow. Slowly, night had begun to fall, making the area darker an
-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal.Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.The songs would be better lived alone than with him. His reputation was already damaged, but the fact that he continued to pursue my leopard despite knowing that it belonged to me further damaged his image. Whether it was my mate or not, I wouldn't put up with anyone putting my snow leopard in danger.What have you been doing? As soon as I entered my wing through the rear entrance, my mother questioned me. Even though I knew it was already quite dark outside, she s
I was the first to sever my eyes from him His gaze continued to stay on me for some time, pricking my skin in a manner I had never experienced. When I finally felt him turn away, a small sigh of relief escaped my lips. He was speaking with the Royal Couple when I turned to look back at the balcony. They appeared to be discussing a very important topic as they gave their full focus to the chat. I occasionally felt his eyes on me as the evening wore on as I was spending time with the three of them. I constantly had to suppress the impulse to gaze at him. I felt compelled to look at him by some unseen power inside of me. It did force me to stare at him a few times, locking eyes with his brown eyes from a distance before I was the first to look away once more. Every time I sensed his sight lingering on me and scorching my skin with his fierce look, my body tensed. Unfortunately, the dinner had not yet begun when I decided to escape and spend time with Dal while I hid in my wing. We wou
My heart was racing as I was left just staring at the letter. Fresh blood was found on the parchment. Its source of blood puzzled me. Did Dal own it? As I kept thinking about it, I became agitated. Is it true that he killed my leopard? Despite my immediate desire to meet Dal, something about the letter piqued my interest. Perhaps it was my eagerness to see what he had in store for me, or perhaps it was just the power of our shared tie at work. We hadn't even been together for a day when I started to feel defeated. I thought about going to Lawrence and asking him to speak with Lucian and give my leopard back. I didn't want to take the chance, despite how alluring the concept appeared. If I didn't follow his orders, what if he did something awful to Dal? Even simply thinking about it made my head hurt. Already, I was so frustrated. Again, I knew that he wouldn't just hand me my leopard so easily, but I still wanted to approach him and ask him for it. He seems to enjoy playing games, t
-HER- As I continued to fall and fall into the pitch-black hole, I yelled at the top of my lungs. The strange thing was that my scream did not resound. I don't remember how long I fell, but it seemed like an eternity. As gravity seized me, I had my eyes tightly clenched and the wind was rushing past my ears. I had given up shouting because it didn't seem to help.However, at one point I felt someone restraining me and the wind stopped swooshing past my ears. I understood the fall had been broken, but how?I quickly sensed the same presence from last night—a very strong presence. I quickly became aware that I was being held by two arms. I wrenched my eyes open and was met by a pair of brilliant golden-brown eyes. My already pounding heart accelerated as my breath became lodged in my throat. The more I looked into his vivid, dark-hued golden brown eyes, the shinier I became in his arms.Before they eventually let me down, they gave me a few blinks. As soon as my feet landed, I widened
-HER- For the second time today, I stumbled. Before the portal closed behind him and made a crackling sound, Dal jumped out of it. I sat there for a while, my mind trying to make sense of everything that had transpired up to this point as my heart raced in my chest. Dal was happily rubbing himself all over me while licking me clean. He seemed relieved to be back with me. I threw my hands around Dal and gave him a strong hug as I sobbed once everything finally hit my brain and I regained consciousness. I had truly missed him. I had been so anxious for him. Although I was relieved that my leopard was unharmed, I didn't enjoy how Lucian and I ended up getting along.I had no interest in him at all. Even my wolf felt something off about him. First of all, he was distinct from me. My type was inferior to his, and they ruled with far more ruthlessness. I was aware of his administration's treatment of women. They were in an unsafe environment there. I suppose that now that I've personally m
"What do you say?" I asked Lawrence as I looked around the crowd from the royal balcony. I was looking for a certain dark she-wolf with unusual features. There was always something about her that interested me.I didn't think it was the mate bond. It was somethi1ng different—a curiosity, an interest, a strong desire to know everything there was to know about her.When I didn't see her in the crowd, especially among all the Princes here tonight, I started to frown. I thought about where she was."My General doesn't like it very much," Lawrence said. I looked at him because of this. He gave me a grim look before saying, "He doesn't want his wolves to fight proxy wars."His words made me look at Lawrence for a second longer. I couldn't help but look at his partner, who was standing next to him and looking down at the crowd. She changed Lawrence so much that I never liked her.Lawrence was someone I'd known for a long time. He wasn't always like this. He wasn't the type to take things eas
Athena's POVAs I looked down at the women in front of me, I leaned back in my throne. As I looked at all of their faces, the thought of getting a headache danced on my forehead. With each face, I felt more and more upset.As Amoux brought more women into the room, a small crease began to form between my eyebrows."What is it?" I asked with a mix of anger and irritation in my voice. Seeing all these faces I didn't know made me mad. I hated being in a crowd.Amoux frowned when I asked him my question, and then he looked at the women, confused, and then back at me."Why? Didn't you tell me to bring them?" He asked in a hurry. I could also tell that he was upset by the lines on his face. We were having more trouble than I thought because of this.All because of that stupid bond between mates.I took a deep breath to get myself back together. I was about to lose my cool. I didn't realize how hard it would be."I told you how I wanted them, the women," I said, glaring angrily at the women.