Aeolus Epic Novels & Stories

"Breath Hermione, Breath." Ezli whispers. Everything seeming fuzzy, Athena crying in Adonis' arms while Dad hovers, panicking against Ares body on the marble. "Do not fret. He needs you, they all need you. Tell them to hold hands with you, making a close circle around Ares. Lead them to chant these words, you all are spiritual beings: jumanatel extolio turu vashi diomo ...There's no force stronger than the force of love." Ezli utters. It felt like she had become a new being entirely, like we had just awakened from a deep slumber.

The air cracked like thunder as Erythos turned his full fury on Elior. The sheer force of his gaze weighed on the battlefield, pressing down like an unseen mountain. The sky churned, black clouds twisting into unnatural shapes, and the ground beneath Elior’s feet trembled as if recoiling from the god’s wrath. With a mere gesture, Erythos hurled Elior back. The impact sent him skidding across the broken ruins, stones shattering beneath his weight. Rael and Bram rushed to his side, barely able to keep their footing as the battlefield itself twisted and cracked.

Elysia felt herself drawn into these moments, experiencing the triumphs and sorrows of those who had come before her. Among these echoes, a spectral figure emerged—a spectral figure that seemed to embody the very essence of time itself. With an ethereal gesture, the figure beckoned the heroes to approach. Elysia's heart quickened as she stepped forward, her companions by her side, each with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

I smiled and nodded at him as a sign that I'm okay. “Name. Age. Magic.” “My name is Aeolous, that’s A-E-O-L-O-U-S. I’m 20 years old and my magic is wind” I chuckled when I heard him spelling his name out. One time he told me that a lot of people gets the spelling of his name wrong that's why he needs to spell it to someone who he just met for the first time. Aeolous went to me after his turn and we both waited for Esco.

Asked Maria to John who was seen with various astronomy tools and various print outs of each with headings concerning harmonic convergence or with pictures signifying a display of the phenomenon. John drops the hand lens he held and removes the apron which was tied over his waist. He walks over to the other side of the table and takes out a piece of sheet from the random sheets scattered around the flat plane. "Epialtes, also called Epialos or Ephialtes (meaning a nightmare) is the personification of dreams. He was classified under the greek myths as to where he was most related and found within. He was mostly recorded within the tales of the gods and the mortals of olympus as to where he re

Gemma thought that in her life she would never go out while Elenio’s sky was still dark. But after she moved to Ayria, the capital of Elenio, she had that opportunity. Even though it wasn’t completely dark when Gemma came out, she still felt a unique sensation. Gemma still remembers how her body welcomed her first experience back then. Her heart was beating wildly, her legs couldn’t stop shaking. The smell of the late morning air wafted through, caressing Gemma’s skin and hair. Cold, damp, and something Gemma could never imagine before made her whole body dissolve in a feeling that was… Magical.

It was Elias. ​From the center of the pool below, the obsidian giant looked up. He spread his wings, and with a single, massive beat that sent a shockwave through the valley, he took flight. ​He didn't go for the Alchemist. He went for Rhea. ​He landed on the cliffside with the force of a falling star, the stone cracking beneath his weight. He stood between Rhea and the Alchemist, his shadow swallowing the man in red. ​"You forgot one thing, Father," the monster roared, and this time, the voice was Elias’s, reinforced with the power of a god. "A king chooses his own queen."

Adelaide cried out, dangling on the precipice of climax. “Majesty,” Cael said hoarsely. “She…” “Is exactly where she wants to be,” Apollo said, exaggerating his words with another thrust. His hips pressed into the end of the horn, thrusting it deeper with every forward stroke of his cock. He slid his hand down her side again, fire licking along every rib, every bruise, every mark he’d left on her delicate flesh. He spoke not just to Cael now, but to something older listening in the stone.

Her aura wavers, her resolve a lifeline. Renn raises his relics, their light flaring, his voice steady. “You’re the Veil’s voice, Aelys—lead us.” His aura pulses, loyalty a beacon, and Aelys nods, her twin-star eyes blazing, her hymn guiding us through the wastes.

My emerald irises counted approximately fifty of them. Mer-king Aegeus with a shiny gisarme in his right hand, perched his ass on a large gray boulder as waves crashed on his hanging golden scale tail. His cyan hair blew in one direction because of the strong winds. Bearing a solemn expression, his dark orchid eyes watched my descending strides. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Aegeus?” I asked, with my hands going into my white jeans pocket. My eyes narrowed as I took a militant stance on a large boulder that was in the shallow waters but away from the incoming waves.