NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 47: Greek Pantheon
Alright, let's dive into the divine reactions of the Greek Pantheon. Expect tension, admiration, and some outright shameless thoughts from certain goddesses!
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Scene: The Olympian Council – Mount Olympus, Throne of the Gods
The golden halls of Olympus shimmered with divine power. Carved from celestial marble and adorned with murals of history's greatest heroes, the council chamber stood at the heart of the gods' domain. At its center, a massive ethereal projection displayed the image of Adrian—his figure bathed in an aura of divine resonance.
The Olympians gathered, their expressions ranging from curiosity to intrigue… and in some cases, something far more intense.
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Zeus – The King of the Gods
The air crackled with electricity as Zeus, ruler of Olympus, gazed down at the boy with piercing golden eyes. Unlike some of his peers, his interest wasn't in lust—but in power.
"This boy…" Zeus mused, stroking his beard. "He is no mere mortal. His very existence disrupts the balance of this world. His power rivals that of heroes blessed by the gods themselves."
A smirk formed on his face. "If nurtured properly… he could surpass even Heracles and become a God Slayer."
A moment of silence filled the room. That was no small statement.
Then, a voice scoffed.
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Poseidon – The Lord of the Seas
Poseidon, his trident resting beside him, leaned forward. The ocean's will raged within his deep-sea gaze.
"Not just surpass," the Sea God corrected. "This boy is different. He's more than a demigod—he is touched by something greater."
His fingers clenched around his trident. "If he were to embrace my power… the seas themselves would bow to him."
His expression darkened. He could already see it—Adrian standing atop the raging ocean, wielding the power of the tides themselves. If Poseidon could claim him as his apostle…
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Hades – The Lord of the Underworld
Unlike his brothers, Hades sat in silent contemplation. The shadows around his throne writhed with unseen souls, whispering to their master.
He did not lust after the boy like some of the goddesses—his interest lay in the soul within.
"…This child is an anomaly," Hades murmured, his voice a low rumble. "A mortal with a presence strong enough to distort fate itself." His dark gaze flickered to the projection.
"There is something unnatural about his soul. It doesn't belong fully to this world. And yet, it cannot be claimed by death."
The implications were concerning. And intriguing.
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Ares – The God of War
Ares grinned. The kind of grin that sent armies into battle and turned warriors into legends. His blood boiled just looking at Adrian's potential.
"His instincts…" Ares' voice rumbled with excitement. "That ferocity beneath his calm… he's a born conqueror."
The God of War cracked his knuckles, his battlelust surging.
"I want him as my Champion. No—my Apostle." His bloodshot eyes gleamed. "With my blessing, he would slaughter gods and kings alike."
But before the conversation could turn to war, a voice cut through the tension—smooth, seductive, and dripping with desire.
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Aphrodite – The Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Lust
The moment she laid eyes on Adrian's image… Aphrodite was done.
Her body shuddered slightly, her ruby lips parting as her breath hitched.
Perfection.
Absolute. Perfection.
A slow smile spread across her devastatingly beautiful face. "Oh, my sweet, sweet little thing…"
Her emerald eyes shimmered with something far beyond admiration—raw, unfiltered craving.
"He's too young right now," she murmured, licking her lips, "but in ten more years…"
Her mind raced with wicked thoughts.
She imagined him on his knees before her or her on her knees , his voice hoarse as he moaned her name in love amd worship . She wanted to break him—reshape him into her perfect devotee.
She chuckled softly, her voice like honey dripping with sin, as she rubbed her milky thighs in anticipation.
"…He doesn't know it yet, but he belongs to me."
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Athena – The Goddess of Wisdom & War
Athena had been silent. Too silent.
But her hands were clenched. Her jaw tightened. Her storm-grey eyes fixated on Adrian's face.
It was unacceptable.
She was the Goddess of Wisdom. She had never been swayed by mere attraction. Never let herself be ruled by baser instincts.
And yet…
Her gaze lingered.
Her thoughts betrayed her.
Would it truly be so bad…? If he were mine?
Her pride warred against the impossible desire clawing at her heart.
She could already see it—Adrian by her side, his brilliant mind sharp enough to rival hers, his power complementing her strategy.
And in the dark corners of her mind… she saw more.
Him pushing her against a throne of marble. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Her lips parting beneath his.
Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, flushed in silence.
And she hated it.
But she wouldn't deny it.
If she had to abandon her principles… her pride… just to have him—
Then so be it.
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Artemis – The Goddess of the Hunt & Wilderness
And then, there was Artemis.
She was the chaste one. The untouchable. The virgin goddess who swore to never desire a man.
And yet…
Her fingers twitched. Her heartbeat was unsteady.
She watched Adrian's projection… and she felt her vow tremble.
Her huntress instincts screamed that he was different. That he was the prey she had spent eternity waiting for.
Her throat went dry.
Her breath hitched.
Her golden eyes darkened with something forbidden.
"…This boy is dangerous," she whispered to herself.
But she could not look away.
If breaking her vow meant claiming him…
Then maybe—just maybe—
It was worth it.
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Olympus Falls Silent
The gods had spoken.
The goddesses had… thought far too much.
And above them all, Adrian's image glowed brighter, completely unaware of the divine chaos he had just unleashed.
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