Check out Naomi's gift on Wattpad to see an awesome Original Story I am writing. Here is the Synopsis.

Cursed with mortality among a sea of demigod and legacies, Naomi struggles the shine. Desperate to matter, to gain a fraction of the power and influence of her peers, Naomi applies herself to become a heroine unlike any other. One powered by ingenuity and strength of character instead of divinity and nepotism. She seeks the only form of immortality available to mere mortals like her,that which came from being remembered forever in the stories of men. Nothing will get in her way,... except maybe her nephilim brother and those that see that her place was as a breeder for the gods.

Also- Octavian getting the blessing of Apollo and promising to make him the Highest God is canon! I did not make that up at all.

P.S. This might be one of my all time best chapters...

With Lyida at his side, Aaron managed to make it to a point about three fourths of the way to the Wolf house. It was about here when she froze, startling Aaron.

" What do you sense?"

She growled. "I can smell the Wolves, not Lupa's... they smell wrong, cursed and almost metallic and smokey. It's the strangest thing..."

"How do you know those words, or those scents?" He was curious, she was a cub so she shouldn't be so... capable.

She turned to him and almost smirked. "My blessing from Artemis grants me many things, all of her wolves are born knowing more then they ought to so they can serve her sooner. Now, let us go, the trail is warm so we cannot be far."

Nodding, Aaron followed his cub down the trail. In his hand, he carried a knife made of pure silver, usually used for mystical spells but in this case would be used to gut Werewolves. He had silver tipped arrows as well, a gift from his fellow mages. He missed them already...

"These are for me?" Aaron asked, holding close a bundle of silver tipped arrows, each one with tiny keys and runes carved into the side. He could feel the subtle magic within them, reminding him of the magic in the arrows of Artemis' Hunters. "You literally crafted these?"

Lenore smiled at him, kinder then normal. "I may be weaker then you, but I can read runes really well. That is the one thing I have on an advanced level, my family are fortune tellers by trade. I was able to detect your quest as you did, and I prepared. I would not have you die, not when you can still help guide us." She laughed a little. " Besides, if you die then the magic of the Library will collapse, it is tied to you since your opened it. You are the Head Priest of this temple and have no replacements, so do not go and die Pontifex."

Hearing the Roman name for Priest sent a thrill through Aaron, a mark of his progress. That his deeds had some power other then stroking the gods collective ego. It was nice really, almost inspiring. " Thank you for this, I will never forget it."

" We made you some more potions, all in a rush but they should be good enough for you." She handed him his satchel, now filled with Roman magic filled potions and lotions and other things. "We copied your idea, replicating that amber talisman that can heal minor poisons... we also added your other Scrying bowl, since you made two we figured having a second one would be helpful since your giving the first to Lady Juno." She pointed to his bag, where there was now a set of runes sown into it with a silver thread. "This is a trick my mom taught me, she is pretty talented with runic magic. Keeps people from stealing from you, makes your bag lighter and preserves all within it. I'll teach you it, as a thanks for what you did for us all."

Unable to stop himself, Aaron embraced the girl, making her squeak. "Thank you, so much. This means the world."

She laughed into his chest. "Not a problem, Pontifex. We owe you, and we mages know all about the power of a debt. Lets keep everything healthy between us all. Now, you better keep going. We will have to impress you when you return."

His heart lightened as he remembered the kindness of Lenore, she may be using him but what she did was still deeply appreciated and kinder then kind. He would not easily forget it...

Especially because, when you got down to it, he was using her as much as she was using him. He was really using all of Rome to get stronger, and he was using the Gods for the same reason. Much as he liked to help others, he was not entirely altrusistic by nature and that was fine as far as he was considered.

"Father, something's wrong." Lydia said, drawing his attention to the real world.

Focusing on his little wolf, he let his senses flare out, channeling the magic of his soul throughout his body. His eyes flared silver, and the darker world around him lit up as he peered through the Mist entirely, seeing past all layers of reality to see the world for it's true nature. It made his head ache, messing with the Mist was something new to him given his lack of divine blood and previously lower magical power.

Immediately he saw the problem and threw himself to the side, seeing Lydia do the same thing. This was wise as not even a moment later, a massive black shape flew past him. He saw it's form shimmer for a moment, and within that shimmer he saw a young women not much older then him. She was lean and strong, well muscles like a runner. She radiated cursed magic that oozed the presence of Zeus' rage.

As he settled himself, he twirled the knife in his arm and quickly uttered a spell. "Teneat eis Nubila!"

The spell rippled through the Mist, and as the best landed the spell halted her movements entirely. She whimpered, a sound that stopped when Aaron charged and stabbed the blade right into the wolf's temple. She melted into shadow, the magic dissapating along with her.

Shuddering, he turned his focus around and kept himself low and ready to react. 'Thank you, Agnes, that spell was really helpful, you were right.' He shuddered, feeling a slight drain on his magic. Holding the sensory magic and casting the spell was hard on his mere mortal form, but not impossible, he'd just end up with a terrible migraine later.

If he survived this that was.

Slow clapping, mocking and cruel, echoed in the darkness of the glade. He turned towards the sound and saw a radiant aura of darkness, a cursed being of such magnitude the curse was a literal plague. Through that Aura he saw a man, cloaked in furs of all sorts, tall and built like a runner with glowing red eyes. This ws Lyacon, the first of the Werewolves...

"Very nice, I heard you were accomplished both as a warrior and as a mage." He smirked, and Aaron saw that his skin seemed to be pulled tight over his skin. He looked old, like he had become immortal around his fifties, and that traits of his wolfishness carried into his human form making him look rather intimidating. "Pity, it won't be enough. I will enjoy skinning you, and creating another pelt for my coat."

Growling, Aaron drew one deep breathe and took in the magic of the Earth as much as he could. Thankfully nature was strong here, so it wasn't hard and he barely had to focus. Refreshed and stronger, if only slightly, he let out a cruel laugh. "Try it and you will find yourself missing limbs, wolf." Something clicked in his mind then, unbidden. " Where are your other wolves... for that matter, how did you know I would be here? I only was informed about my quest yesterday?"

"Aaron, I can hear the other wolves, they've surronded us!" Lydia let out a whimper, her head whipping from side to side. Almost as if summoned by her words, the dark pack appeared, a circle of them all around Aaron. They had to be fifty strong, each the size of a large horse, all pitch blade and oozing cursed magic that filled the air with malice and hate.

Knowing what he did of magic only made this scarier, Zeus had to have been particurally sadistic the day he made Werewolves. The magic was still connected to him, it had to be in order to continue like this and spread, otherwise the act of creating an immortal being and having the means to make monster that could infect others required tremendous continous power... and a powerful anchor that was immortal as Lycaon was.

It made him hate the King of the Gods all the more.

Smirking deeper, the King of Werewolves took a few steps, moving ahead of his wolves. "Oh, it seems there was a leak. Someone let many monsters know that you would be out and about. Many want to kill you, Witch, you have made many enemies by saving so many Demigods. Serving the gods so thoroughly... those shrines, giving that Bitch Hera the idea to make that little group of hers... you've empowered them far too much. This cannot stand, not if this war is to be won by the Titans."

Shivering a little, Aaron knew he was screwed... the least he could do was take out as many wolves as possible, preferably Lycaon as well. He knew he had to be quick, strong and ruthless to win this. "Big words for such a small man. Let's see what you can really do, Lycaon. Take me on yourself, without your wolves."

Lycaon chuckled. "Fight you, on my own? Why not, you are a predator as much as I am. You deserve a real challenge... though, you do realize my Sons and Daughters will still kill you if you do succeed in killing me?"

"At least I will die knowing I took out your weak ass. Lydia to the side... flee if I die... or if I win. That is your order from me." His words had power, as her master, and he knew she would obey even if she hated it.

His wolf just whimpered, her eyes pained, then she nodded as his command took over.

"Strong words, let's see if you can back them up." Lycaon left nothing to chance and all but flew at Aaron, fangs and claws at the ready. He was a blur of speed, Aaron barely dodged the man's claws, slicing up with his knife, carving through the man's shoulder. In one motion, he grabbed Lycaon's fur coat and threw him backwards. The beast landed on his feet, spittle and rage coming from his mouth as he held his bleeding wound. "YOUR HIDE WILL JOIN MY COAT!"

Not fazed, but utterly terrified, Aaron pushed out with his magic all at once, sending Lycaon flying backwards at the expense of a third of his power. The man was heavy, even in human form and Aaron was not uber powerful. Still, it was worth it as he gained distance that was utterly vital. Quickly, he pulled out his bow and a silver tipped arrow and let it fly towards the man.

It hit hime, piercing the Wolf's thigh, knocking him to his knees. Lycaon actually looked afraid, and for a moment Aaron felt smug and proud of himself.

Then he felt the sheerest, most pure agony he had ever felt as something bit into his own thigh. He screamed, his magic flaring out as it battled the cursed bite. The wolf on him went flying, the ground cracking and the grass dying as he passively, painfully drew on the Earth's magic. Without blinking, despite being under more agony then when he held up the sky, he turned and blasted another arrow into his attacker's eye, killing it instantly.

The world swirled as Zeus's magic dominated his power, literally zapping through him with the force of the Masterbolt. Redish light glimmered across his vision and he fell to his knees, coughing as the magic started to take affect.

"Hehe... in the end, your power becomes mine. Unexpected, but I'll take it." Lycaon's voice was close and Aaron looked up, seeing the man almost ontop of him. The king stroked his face, his skin oily and rough. "You belong to me know... Obey." Didn't scream, but the words smacked into Aaron with impossible force. He felt his muscles ache to obey, his mind demanding to hear out his new king...

Aaron's spirit said screw that and with all he had, Aaron completed his last act as a Mortal being... and used the last of his magic to hold Lycaon in place, just in time to pull out his dagger and jam it home, right in Lycaon's chest.

Right where his heart was.

The beast let out a whimper of his own, then he too melted into Shadow...

Aaron collasped, drained of his power and under the effects of Zeus's hateful magic. He felt more then saw the other wolves approaching him, ready to rip him to shreds. He felt Lydia fleeing, as he had ordered. That brought him at least some measurement of peace...

Closing his eyes, Aaron readied himself for death... be it Tartarus or Hades he went to, it didn't matter... he no longer had a choice. His fate was no longer in his own hands...

The, with that thought, everything changed...

Anger suddenly surged through him and with it clarity of mind. 'I am not going to give into Zeus' hate. I was set up... and damn it, I deserve to live!' Without pause, he blasted his senses towards the Earth, and with all he could, he drank in the full majesty of Gaia all at once. All he was capable of, every ounce of power he could tolerate and then some. His mind pulled out of the darkness, the red light faded from his vision and slowly he began to stand.

His magic warred against Zeus', just barely holding it at bay. "ENOUGH!" He called out, and his soul joined in, channeling the magic that it could draw from the Mist and the Spiritual world at large, and it too fought against Zeus's power. Then he reached out for Agnes, through his Talisman which burned against his skin as a result, and he drew on her strength.

Light exploded from his skin, the color of his magical aura, that of bright silver. He glared at the wolves, who backed up in shock and fear.

"I do not belong to Lycaon... you belong to me!" His voice was richer then normal, a force stronger then Charmspeech oozing from his lips. It literally rippled across the world, slamming into the wolves. He saw them changing, their fur bristling. "I seek freedom from abuse, I seek my own power. Which of you tired of Lycaon's cruel rule? Not all of you are monsters by choice, but by curse. If that is true, stand by me, and choose to be more then a victim of Lycaon's evil and Zeus' pettiness.

I cannot destroy the curse, I cannot break it... but I can change it. I choose to be more... and with my power... I choose to change the curse, embrace it and make it into a blessing. I will be your leader, that of a new pack! Together we will leave this world better then we left it.. together, we will be free!e

What say you! Fight with me, add your will to mine and over comet this curse!"

To his shock, more then a dozen of the wolves approached him, their red eyes dimming. He felt their minds link with his, and with it their potent wills. Their magic, innate and potent, flooded him with greater magic then he had ever known. His silver magic fell through the link and they too started to glow, their black fur burned into an ashy grey color.

He felt Zeus' magic shift within him and like he said, it turned from a curse into a blessing and in that moment, he became the Leader of a pack of Werewolves, for he too was now a bearer of what was once a curse.

His light faded and he collasped to his knees, a warm furry body leaning against him. He looked up and recieved a lick to the face from a massive wolf, a wolf that was now smaller then before, it's eyes a silverly yellow. He felt their humanity, he he felt their respect, their appreciation...

"Thank you, for saving us from Lycaon's hate. It dominated our wills before, damning us to be monsters. We had no choice, but now we are free... My Lord." The wolf said, and like Lupa it was more like his brain was translating the movements of face and body.

Laughing, he hugged the beast close. "Not a problem... my friend. Um... What happened to the other Wolves?" He looked around and saw only his wolves, those he was now bound to. The others were gone, without a trace.

"They fled, the death of Lycaon and your alteration of Zeus' curse weakened them. I know little of magic... but I know a lot of will. It was your will that changed the curse, your choice to make your own fate and embrace but control Zeus' curse that changed it. You overpowered Lycaon's insanity, his hatred... and for that we are yours, now and forever. I am Dylan, I was turned in the Fourties. I was a soldier of World War One. I am the oldest here, of your pack. I would like to be your second, your beta, if you would allow it."

Aaron could sense honesty through his link to the Wolves, and saw the others looking at him with respect and acceptance. "I would be honored..."

"AARON!" Lydia, his beloved familar's voice shot through his mind. He turned just in time to be smashed into by her, her tiny whimpers breaking his heart. "I could not stay away, you are my father...if you die, I die with you!"

Sighing, he held her close. "You are a member of my pack... our pack, and we do not leave others behind..." Standing, barely, he turned to his wolves. "I need to learn to control my form before I go back to New Rome... but I also need to contact them, to explain my success... but first... I need to make an offering so Zeus doens't obliterate my for changing his curse... which to be frank, I am still unsure of how I managed it. My magic, even with all I drew on, shouldn't have been enough for that."

The wolf, Dylan, laughed. "The magic was a conduit for your will and human will can overpower a gods will. That has happened before, you would not be the first. There is a reason charmspeech can affect even a god. Now, let us make camp and we will make your offerings. Know this, we will never serve the gods, only you. They abandoned us and allowed Zeus' hate to infect us all. For that we can never forgive... but you, you will gladly serve for you gave us something incredible... Hope."

Aaron pet the wolf's head. "I am glad to have helped... now if only I could figure out who the hell set me up? Do you have any clue?"

"Not a one, but we will help you figure that out. We swear to you, by Styx, the one who made you hurt will suffer."

The sky rumbled and Aaron felt ressured more then he ought to be. He was a monster know, bound to Tartarus and the Chaos of the world... what would that mean for him going forward? Did he still have a soul, was he immortal... what the hell did it mean?

He had a feeling he'd figure it all out very, very soon.

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Apollo paled as he saw, barely understanding, what happened to Aaron. All of his expertly led plans had gone awry, granting the boy more resources and power... "But it also took them away, many gods will not aid him for his cursed status... that might still be helpful..." Calming himself with that realization, he settled down and took a deep breathe.

He could still fix this... he just had to figure out the best path forward...

Whatever that ended up being for him...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was beyond fun to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.

Hold them, Mist!