A Hero's Odyssey Novels & Stories

Victor hated me with everything he could muster. One day, he walked straight up to me and pointed in my face, yelling, "Was it you? Did you do all this so Chloe would grab onto me? You ruined me! I won't let you get away with this!" I shrugged. "Wasn't this your own trick? How does it feel now that it has been used on you? Happy?" My words sent Victor into a fury. In a fit of rage, he pulled a knife from his waistband and lunged at me. "If I can't live well, neither can you! Let's die together!"

I really think I’ve accidentally gotten high. I’m in the actual Underworld, standing beside Hades and Persephone. We went to literal Greek paradise to find Odysseus. Like, that Odysseus. Hero of the Trojan War. Supposedly one of the smartest mortals who ever lived. Tell me that doesn’t sound like an acid trip. “Why do we need Odysseus?” I ask. “He and Dante are the only mortals who’ve ever entered Tartarus and made it out,” Lord Hades replies. “Dante’s no fighter. Odysseus will keep you safe while guiding you.”

“Is that you have been ditching me? You could have just introduced me to her.” “I know,” Noah sighed, scratching the back of his head. “My bad.” “Anyway,” he continued. “This Ophelia. Ophelia this is my friend Hero.” “Nice to meet you, Ophelia,” Hero said with a smile, if there was ever a grudge against his friend, it was no longer there. “Are you from the pack? I’ve never seen you before?”

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

Narrator's POV He watched her run off in tears and he felt his heart trumble in discomfort. It was never supposed to be like this. He wasn't sure anymore if he still hates the lady as he claims he does, and he knew deep down that she was dangerous, but all he wanted any way was to get closer to her as the day goes. It sounds very stupid, and even to him as well because he was not supposed to feel anything apart from hate for her, but again she didn't wrong him in anyway, or did she?

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Thankfully, the animals with long and wide antlers aided her until she found her balance. She took a deep breath, calming her senses. With her eyes full of questions, she started walking towards the East. “Well, according to the Quora website, I should always go North at times like this, but…” she moved her head to the left. Her eyebrows creased as she felt chills all over body. “I don’t think it’s gonna let me in. That is why we should follow the light! Yes! To the East!” She raised her right arm with her hands clenched in fist. Convincing herself that her decision was right.

She knew she had changed, but seeing the reflection of her coldness in his terrified eyes made her wonder: *Had she changed too much? In the old myths, Odysseus returns home after twenty years disguised as a beggar, unrecognizable to all but his old dog, Argos. Argos, lying on a dung heap and covered in ticks, is too weak to stand, but he recognizes his master and thumps his tail in a final, pathetic show of loyalty before dying.

“On my way, Eric—I mean Ying Yang.” Whether it was a threat we’ve faced before, or not, we’ve been tested and overcame all odds. We were dangerous to those who seeked to eliminate us. We were threatening to those who bullied the defenseless. Ordinary people play it safe—heroes don't. Cowards back down, but we don’t. Heroes face their challenges bravely. We are defenders. We are protectors, we are…The Ominous. *** Two months later… A hooded figure walked upon the debris of Zen Academy, followed by several hidden figures on the barren landscape.

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o