Ancient Greek Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...

" Well, not everything was burned into ashes... There was a book that the fire couldn't burn. The book is protected by some sort of spells - we tried to reach for the help of witches, but none of them was able to figure how to open it, neither read it. The book is writing in Mycenaean Greek - the most ancient attested form of the Greek language, on the Greek mainland and Crete in Mycenaean Greece (16th to 12th centuries BC)." " Can I have a look at that book?" Asked Chris, and she nodded while looking for the book she was talking about. Somehow it feels wrong to gain someone's trust only to trick him, or kill him in our case. But seeing the thing those people have done to my kind, yet still

He was ten feet and two inches long and weighed a massive three hundred and sixty five pounds. He kept growling infront of the witch and the Witch looked up at him proudly. This was it; she was going to use this dangerous creature birthed through the use of ancient dark magic to lay waste the great kingdom of Akozo, where she was once married to a king. ****

“Hungry? I am.” Damned Greeks, August cursed the race. Then again, Porcius, while born a Roman citizen at Ephesus, thought himself descended from long gone Spartans. August didn’t need to hear another version of that family history, or why he wished he was born centuries before, during that glorious time.

"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

I ask and watch in fascination as her eyes twinkle with excitement. Wow, she must really love it. "Oh, that's easy to answer. Tudor or just in general European medieval times, a little bit of Victorian and, of course, ancient Greece or ancient civilizations in general." She says, flashing me a knowing, teasing smile. "Ντροπή σου! (Shame on you!) You put Ελλάδας great and magnificent history last?! The civilization that gave the world philosophy, democracy, astronomy, physics, mathematics and even our language?" I mockingly chastise her.

“No way. Pretty boy like you I’m sure you cracked your first nut at what, twelve?” I pick up one of the textbooks I purchased this afternoon as exhibit #1. It’s about 4” thick with tissue-thin pages. “The Great Speeches of Ancient Greece by Thucydides” is scrawled across the spine, in Greek. Pushing my wire-thin glasses up the bridge of my nose in emphasis I say “Nerd. Remember.”

She might be older than Helena because she is her aunt, but with this new look and the old woman disguise thrown away to the drain--Mathilde is one hot woman which led Zac to believe that Solandra was even hotter. His friends would all die in envy if he told them about the women he had met in such a short period of time. The stories of beautiful women in mythologies were not myths at all. At least some parts were true. He had learned now that some Greek writers managed to tweak details of the past. “If it’s not my niece bring me food for peace offering.” “Not happening, aunt Mathilde and he is not food.” “Oh,sad.’’

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.

Galan’s face turned ever more serious, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on his words as he spoke, relating to us the tale that would haunt me and my dreams for years to come. “Long ago in the time of the ancients when the gods and goddesses were still honored and feared lived a king in the province of the Greek occupied lands. Arcadia, as it was called, was ruled by a cruel and ruthless king. King Lycaon lived in a grand palace filled with treasures he had acquired through his ruthless and cruel ways.