Adonis Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Her happiness was short-lived. As soon as the race was over she leaned back in her seat to laugh over the sour defeat of the dragons but caught the sight of a familiar figure from the side of her eyes. It was the figure of Adna, the goddess of excess and as was natural to her, she held a jar of mead in one hand while the other dangled over the shoulder of a very beautiful male Aloni. Adna was a beautiful dark head goddess, willowy and tall but her elegance was destroyed by her love for the mead. She was laughing and staggering drunkenly. She caught sight of Helena and went over to meet her. The Aloni stood behind her as a show of submission as he bowed his head in Helena’s direction.

I allowed myself to relax a minute before I finally picked it up. “Hermano” I grinned before replying. “I told you I don’t understand any of your silly language, родной брат” I called him a brother in my language as well. I always had a thing for Greek but since I never understood it as much as I tried, I stopped learning. “How have you been, Andro,?” Adonis asked. Adonis is one of us. A special being as well and he’s one of the four of us that I know. If you remove the irrelevant King of ours, that’ll make us three.

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. He cocked his head, looking at me strangely. “What?” I asked. “Why did you say it like that? You put Poseidon above Zeus. No one does that. Zeus is the King of the Gods. He is placed above all.” he explained. “I exist because of Poseidon. He is the one that gifted the bull who would sire me to Minos. He is the one that cursed my mother with lust for the bull after Minos angered him. So it is the God of the Sea who set into motion my creation.” I explained.

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.

“Tell me about it.” After a deep breath, she began her story. “His name was Aamon. He was my mate—the first man I ever loved, and also the first man to break my heart.” Her words left me speechless. I wanted to ask why they had parted ways, but I was afraid of reopening old wounds. “We were best friends. I’d known him since we were kids. We were so happy when we found out we were mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself,” she said, a faint smile gracing her lips. But her voice held a deep sadness.

“I should have told you sooner but I didn’t think you would actually fall in love with her again. I made a promise to the goddess to stay by your side and I have been…. I snatched him up against the wall, my claws digging into his neck. I felt my beast begging robe released and I was going to let it, how dare he keep such a thing from me? How dare he lie to me all these years?” “You need to calm down, Adonis” he was cleary begging, “please” I flung him across the sand and he landed with a loud thud, a few passersby stopped to look at us but I was past that stage now. The only thing I wanted to do was to harm and hurt him. I grabbed him by the collar again and dug my claws into his stomach bu

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

My father was terrified of the man, but I didn't think he was dangerous, so I couldn't understand why he was. I'm guessing the man is 24 years old. In addition, he has a nose piercing and a prominent dimple on the right side of his cheek. It would be unfair to compare him to the hunky male performers that frequently adorn my television screens. He reminds me of Adonis, a Greek mythological figure. Even though he was only wearing a plain white t-shirt, he was already quite near to the audience; every inch of his body was flawless. Any lady would prostrate herself before this Adonis if it meant basking in his embraces and kisses.

Funny because I don't remember a wall being here. My glasses fall to the floor. When I pick them off the floor and look up, I don't see a wall. I see Adonis. True to his name, he must be one of the most handsome men alive. He looks like the Greek gods came together to sculpt a human to show off how good they were at art. His dark green eyes, his full eyebrows, that thick shrub of brown hair and don't even get me started on those lips. I could lick them all day.

the stranger explained. The prince stared at him with wide eyes because of too much shock. "Then you must be-" He wasn't able to continue his sentence because the stranger continued it for him. "Eros, the God of Love. Son of Aphrodite and the warrior Adonis. Ana Mae's older brother!" Prince Zion was stunned with his answer. Now he's facing the God of Love himself! "So you're here to protect your sister from me?" he asked as if challenging the God of Love.