Novel & Cerita Ananke Greek Mythology

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″

I figured their purpose was for the dance later. Behind me, Una set a headdress on my head. It looked like the rays of the moon and was sparkling with silver dust. Minutes later, Asiri stood in front of me, putting Kohl at the edges of my eyes, a blush on my cheeks and painted my lips to make it pop. "There, you look so beautiful, Lady Herneith." Una came to my front and smiled. "Anubis would be pleased by your dance offering later." Anubis? As in Anpu? The God of Death? Does he really exist in this timeline? I thought it was just a mere legend in Egyptian mythology?

I wasn't even sure my heart was beating. "Androkles?" She asked, unsure. Then her eyes widened. Her hand withdrew from mine, and she held both hands to her chest in shock. It had all finally clicked in her mind. The same Androkles Olympians whispered about and a name she probably heard more than once since arriving in the capital, often in distaste or fear. I'm Androkles, son of Nikos, son of the previous Lord Zeus, heir to Ares, the Destroyer.

And his name gave birth to the word 'panic'. Now the young gods climbed to Olympus, took over the palace, and Zeus became their king. His throne was guarded by four winged spirits, two male and two female, named Kratos , Zelos , Nike and Bia. They represented strength, rivalry, victory, and force respectively. Kratos and Bia were the law-enforcers and were tasked with jobs such as the apprehension and imprisonment of the Titans. Nike drove Zeus' chariot and often accompanied him in miniature form.

She didn’t know if her wolf was rejecting them both. “Her name is Nyx.” Zeke’s smile widened. “That’s a beautiful name. Fitting. In Greek mythology, she’s the goddess of the night, the daughter of Chaos. Shadow and Nyx,” Zeke said. “You see, you were always meant for us.” Yes, but Nyx didn’t think so. She messed that up for Zeke just as she was going to mess things up for the whole school and get people killed. ‘Mark him.’ The voice startled her again, and she somehow ended up in Zeke’s arms, her heart pounding. How the hell did anyone ever get used to that?

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

“What is your name?” “Helena. Are you a singer?” The woman laughed. “A singer? Well, if that is what you call a poor woman who sings eulogies to people for a few scraps of coins then yes I’m a singer.” She cocked her head to the side and said, “Helena. What a beautiful name, right brothers?” The men nodded. Inga chuckled and sidled closer to Helena. “Do you know that of all the gods the only one who no one has claimed to see is the supreme god Demeus? Many have seen Oya, Torlan and many others but none have claimed to see Demeus.”

GREEK WARS CHAPTER 1 "The realms were to align at a certain line, thus the supernatural phenomenon occurs. The action which will release the gods of three pantheons which surround Born By Power. The pantheon of the greek, the pantheon of the norse and the pantheon of the Egyptian." The previous narrator spoke once more giving life to the scene. "We have lost all, everyone we thought we had. Those who we thought we loved and loved us." Those who meant a fragment of ourselves." "Those who served individual purposes in our lives, but we are still here, standing strong."

I glance over her mussed head of fur to see if my mate thinks I’m funny, too. Annie’s mouth quirks, and if I’m not mistaken, her eyes shine even brighter. She is the prettiest female I’ve ever seen. Now that I’ve watched her up close without the rut hormones of a young male messing up my mind, I see she isn’t like the little fairy in the children’s book at all. She’s more like a wood nymph with her beautiful brown hair and willowy neck and delicate fingers, like Daphne from the book of Greek myths I inherited from my dam. She turned herself into a tree to escape her mate.