Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

I’d never been hugged. Not yet. Maybe never, considering I loathed being touched and people didn’t like me.

Eternal damnation was surprisingly complicated.

Every Spartan to ever come out of that House was psychotic.

“Memento homo quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris!” Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

The man’s countenance was abrasive. Menacing.

A monstrous three-headed dog added to his daunting visage. The terrifying animal followed him with matching black eyes.

The man and his beast were notorious for running the underworld, a maximum-security prison that only housed immortal inmates in the North Sea.

As the woman stood on her tiptoes, whispering, his expression softened, and he wrapped his arm around her protectively. Hades and Persephone. Their love was legendary.

He wants to devour you. Violently.”

“She’s under the protection of the Houses of Ares and Aphrodite. Do anything to harm her, and no one will ever find you.”

“Kharon’s literally the Hunter and Hades’s favorite soldier.

“Probably because he’s insane and likes torturing Olympians.”

“That’s what happens when Artemis procreates with Erebus—they say Kharon is more monster than man. Rumor is that Artemis birthed him to punish Olympians for killing ...

Tim-Tom loved to theorize that Kharon’s creature heritage gave him a massive dick. In contrast, Father John preached ...

Mental note—start praying for my soul....

The tension was palpable.

I want whatever fancy Spartan antidepressants he’s on.

We’re not bonding over abandonment issues.