Acheron Mythology Novels & Stories

He took a bit to pause as he saw I was mentally trying to keep up. “There were 12 Titans, Oceanus, Coeus, Crius, Hyperion, Iapetus and Cronus were the boys. Thea, Rhea, Themis, Mnemosyne, Phoebe, and Tethys were the girls. The part that concerns you, is Thea and Hyperion. They married and had three children. Helios, of the sun, Selene, of the moon, and Eos, of the dawn. Yes, Ancient Greeks were some incestuous people. Now, Chaos being the first primordial is animalistic in nature. Selene, being the Mother of the Moon rules over the night and creatures of the night. Can you see no reason why he would lust for her and want her for himself?” Endymion’s eyes turned sad and distant. “This is why

Zaine, George, Luca, Abernathy and Torrin are marginally less taken aback by what I have to say, but still, it’s a lot to take in. By the time I have finished explaining how Sophia’s wolf is actually Alcmene, the mother of Heracles, who was conceived when Zeus came to her bed disguised as her husband, and that Zaine’s wolf is Alcmene’s husband, Amphitryon, there are a lot of puzzled faces in the room.

Bhakti says, practically bouncing in her seat. Pop squints. “Who’s Chiron? That important?” Lily gives him the are you serious look. “He’s the father of modern medicine. Meds, surgery, treatment protocols—all rooted in stuff Chiron created or inspired. He’s a legend.” Ma just shrugs and smirks. “He’s kind of a big deal.” Pop grins and pokes her side. “Thanks for the update, Angel.” I chuckle and look back at the center arena. “Shit, I didn’t know there were this many healing gods. I count like fifty just down there.”

“That actually might be a better idea.” “Who is that?” Caleb asked. “Achilles was a hero in the Trojan War, but now he works for Hades in Tartarus.” I answered since I realized there was a lot about the Gods that Caleb didn’t know. When I looked into my connection with the Gods, most of it had been after Caleb disappeared. I made a mental note to discuss the history of the Greek Gods with Caleb when we weren’t trying to escape death. “If he is working for Hades, what makes you think he will go against Hades and help us take the Scepter?” Caleb’s brow furrowed.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

He trembles, jaw hanging open. “It’s the mark of Charon,” Bradley whispers. “A moon of Pluto. Also, in Greek mythology, the ferryman of the dead, who transports people across the River Styx to Hades.” Ned’s hand drops limply to his side. He turns, his eyes blank, gaping slack-jawed at Bradley, the black mark of Charon glimmering on his forehead. “And it looks like you just paid Charon’s toll. Or maybe I did, for you,” Bradley amends. “This is new to me.”

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

Taylor “Wait, Enki and Apollo are the same being?” “All of the gods, even some of the goddesses are just other names Apollo has used over the millennia. There are only four celestial beings, Selene, Mab, Nyx, and Apollo as he has chosen to be called.” Rhazian responded. “What happens if your curse is lifted?” I asked. Rhazian’s story had made it seem that it was possible. “What becomes of you?”

They were forced out of their homes and thrown into the chaos that would only try to consume them. ‘No matter the reason behind the war it’s no reason enough to destroy countless lives.’ I said. Orion nodded, he was a solider and wars in this world were just as deadly as the ones in my own he knew what I was talking about. ‘When you and your brother were born—’ ‘My brother?’ He nodded, ‘Apollo, god of women and wine.’ He rubbed his head. ‘He’s your twin— when you were born Olympiad was at war with the mage world your mother placed you with guardians to protect you, but your guardian Arke never returned. Your parents thought you were dead until your arrow shot through the northern sky.’

I reply, making them both frown a bit. "Nothing to lose, remember?" I remind them, as Aphrodite lets out a sigh. "If we want to catch Charon, we need to travel to the edge of River Phlegethon. We will need to be alert at all times because you never know when he is going to come. It could be hours, days or even weeks before he returns, but the moment he does, we must act right away." she tells us. "Well let's hope for all our sakes that it's hours and nothing longer or we may have no chance at all." Hera mutters.