Ancient Greek Myth Monsters Novels & Stories

Now it seems not to be the case. Thinking through her, she begins to tell her good friends about what Olympian gods might have. “Well… According to the legend. I know that they should have many monsters and beasts in control. Also… they should have a lot of goodies such as The Golden Fleece, Golden Apple, Aegis, Achilles Armor Etc.” Aurelia tries to list the artifact from the Greek Myth then she notices that it’s quite a long list so she brings out a tablet from her storage ring and starts to type all the lists as much as she could think of along with their abilities.

The years passed and so Lycaon and his story turned into legend, never believed but always around the hearths of werewolf homes. The gods and goddesses of ancient Greece too disappeared, also becoming myth, as people changed in their beliefs and time moved on. Elexis, the daughter of Hecate and Lycaon grew up never knowing of her father and his atrocious deeds, only knowing that she too had the power to become a wolf. She married to another werewolf and had children of her own, who in turn married and had children of their own and so on. Hecate never mentioned Lycaon to Elexis or her grandchildren, and so Lycaon shifted into obscurity to become nothing more but another myth of ancient Greece

In schooling, fishes are all swimming in the same direction and a coordinated manner. ²Poseidon is one of the twelve Olympian deities of the pantheon in Greek mythology. His main domain was the ocean, and he is called the ‘God of the Sea.’ Additionally, he is referred to as the ‘Earth-Shaker’ due to his role in causing earthquakes and has been called the ‘Tamer of Horses.’ He is usually depicted as an older male with curly hair and beard.

He nods once and strides toward Briareus. He’s barely ten feet out when the Titan roars, “TURN BACK, SPIRIT. NONE WHO ENTER HERE RETURN.” All of his mouths speak at once. The sound hits like a thunderclap. We all duck, covering our ears. “Mighty Briareus, oldest of the Hecatoncheires, uncle to the Olympians—I greet you with respect and beg your benevolence,” Odysseus calls. Somehow, I know he’s speaking Ancient Greek—and somehow, I understand it. Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

I want a unicorn. *Silence* "What!?" Unicorn!? (What the fuck? Unicorn? Are you damm serious, woman!?) (But it's what I wanted! Isn't this a survey? Why are you complaining? I love unicorns and Pegasus. What's wrong with that?) Even a freaking Pegasus!? God, this is all Greek Mythology's fault. Those fictions are making her believe in non-existing shits! Well, Hades and Persephone are the exceptions.

One cliff rose up into a rocky spire before them and where the grey stone met emerald grass, a black opening rose up into view. Caliope was seized with sudden fear and stopped short instinctively. She wasn't the only one. The guards let them stare a moment before prodding them forward like skittish ewes. The cavern loomed overhead, as high at least as five tall men. She had heard that the creature was a giant. Some said he was a titan who escaped Zeus's fury, others that he was a Cyclops. One even said he was a great serpent like the one Perseus slew.

I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us. Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of place and reformed every few seconds. Their skin writhed as if something underneath was trying to break free. They didn’t walk they crawled forward in jerks, like broken marionettes re-learning how to move. “The Ancient Ones,” Tharros said quietly behind me. “Gods before gods. Creators of death and hunger. They ruled before the Moon ever rose.”

[1] Latin name for serpents [2] Forky in ancient Greek mythology is the sea Chthonic deity, the god of the stormy sea, the god of miracles.

Hmm, I was starting to like Daniel. "So, our first lesson is all about our origins," I looked at him and listened carefully to every word he said while taking notes in the small notebook he had given me earlier. "Werewolves or lycanthropes in Ancient Greek were made by the Goddess of the Moon, Selene. They were a group of people who could shape-shift into wolves." All I had thought was that werewolves were just a fragment of imagination, but they were real, especially now that I was living among them.