Acheron Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Hello!! A run down on the major greek gods. Hades : The god of the underworld and the earth's riches, the supreme judge of the domain of death. (And our male protagonist). One of the three main gods along with his brothers Zeus and Poseidon. Zeus : Greek god of sky, thunder, order and the king of the Gods. Hades' elder brother and is married to their sister, Hera. (A devoted player.) Poseidon : Greek god of sea earthquake, storms and horses. (More commonly known as Percy Jackson's dad.)

It was a gold bracelet with five charms, which are: heart, moon, star, sun, clouds, and in those charms there are letters attached, which are F, R, E, Y, and A. Zeus bit his lower lip and put the bracelet on her hand. "What is it for?" She asked in surprise while caressing the bracelet that Zeus had put on her. "You know that 'Zeus' is the God of the sky in Greek mythology, right?" Zeus asked, and she immediately nodded. Zeus gently smiled and caressed the bracelet. "Well Zuri, you are my heart, moon, star, sun, cloud that lights up my world and the only one who makes my heart beat so fast."

Dionysus' father, Cronus Chevalier, still so good-looking even in his pajamas and even at his old age, shouted in anger. "That fucktard must have a very reasonable reason for this, or else he or she will know what a Chevalier can fucking do to someone they hate." Gaia Chevalier ranted as well, beside her husband. She was already in her sultry nightgown and still looking undeniably gorgeous even with some white hairs on the back of her head.

Was it because of their plain-looking look or they are just too serious in their duty? "We're here. Stay here and I'll bring you back to the ladder. You should figure your way back from there." She watched him fade like a wind. She was just patiently waiting at the boat until he came back, this time he was with an old man's soul. They ferry back to the river of Styx. In Greek mythology, the River Styx is a god, a river that forms the boundary between the earth and the underworld. The rivers Acheron, Cocytus, Lethe, Phlegeton, and Styx converge in a large swamp in the center of the underground world, and sometimes this is also the case. According to Herodotus, the source of the Styx is near F

"That's exactly what happened." Arlo slowly sits back in his chair. "Venus...Aphrodite..." Arlo whispers in absolute awe, his eyes going wide. "Her mortal lover was gored to death by a wild boar sent by a jealous Ares. Aphrodite's immense, devastating grief over his shredded body became a core pillar of her mythos!" He grabs his datapad, typing frantically. "It perfectly matches Hilbert's lecture! By recreating the exact trauma of the original myth, she forced a genetic resonance. Chloe literally tricked her DNA into believing she is the Goddess, forcing an Awakening!"

He could still hear the frantic rhythm of his anima electa’s heart as she descended, but this other scent was a siren’s call of immediate relief. Following the increasingly enticing aroma, Acheron moved towards the mouth of the cave. He paused at the entrance, a slow smirk spreading across his lips as the gentle rays of the morning sun kissed his skin. Unlike the other creatures of the night, the sun held no terror for him. In fact, he reveled in its warmth, its life-giving energy a comforting embrace after centuries of darkness. He had always been different, a paradox among his own kind. Looking down the steep incline of the mountain, he saw his beautiful anima electa, a fleeting figure run

The birthday feast began at sunset. Zeus had ordered the Great Hall of Olympus opened from the eagle gates to the star ceiling. Nectar flowed through crystal fountains, white horses of cloud circled the balconies, and every old house sent gifts heavy enough to make their loyalty clear. Apollo arrived late with Celeste on his arm. A faint gold mark shone at the base of her throat, the kind left by a private healing too intimate for a public feast. In my last life, I would have felt the room tilt. Now, I merely looked away and continued speaking to Athena's priestess beside me.

She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also makes Hecate your Auntie.”

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.

"Be careful, Ria." Cryx and I, and the others have our own codes basing on Greek and Roman Mythology. Right now, I based it on the glory of Greece, the Illiad by Homer. The Battle between the Acaeans (Greeks) and the Trojans. During their conquer of Chryse, a town allied with Troy, the Greeks captured Chryseis and Briseis. Agamemnon took Chryseis as his crowning glory while Achilles took Briseis. When Chryseis' father learned of this, he offered a magnanimous sacrifice to the god Apollo for his daughter's safe return. Agamemnon then conspired to take Briseis away from Achilles and offer her as remuneration. This will allow Cryx to decipher that there is danger nearby and they plan to take Br