Ancient Greek Myth Monsters Novels & Stories

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

he replied to me. Why does it sound so...Greek? These are the monsters in Greek mythology. More so, they are called titans but here, they are called demons. Who would think that these are true in the human world? If I hadn't stumbled upon Wysteria, I probably wouldn't have believed them to be true to this day. After all, Greek mythology is not real. They are just stories from their Greek ancestors. "It doesn't look like the monsters are easy to attack," I commented because even though I couldn't see the others, just thinking that there were many minotaurs and serpentines that I was sure was a big snake scared me.

Records described them as having a “greenish gleaming face with disheveled serpent-like hair while the rest of her body is covered by darkness. Abyzou says that she does not sleep, but rather wanders the world looking for women about to give birth; given the opportunity, she will strangle newborns. She claims also to be the source of many other afflictions, including deafness, eye trouble, obstructions of the throat, madness, and bodily pain. Arguably, the name “Abyzou” appears to be a corrupted form of the Greek word abyssos ("the abyss"), the Greek itself was borrowed from Assyrian Apsu or Sumerian Abzu, the undifferentiated sea from which the world was created in the Sumerian belief syste

Some described them as men eating demons. In some languages, they were referred to as 'those cursed by the moon'. Their origin could be traced back to Greek mythology with Lycaon who was believed to have been cursed by Zeus himself. Then there was some nordic folklore also. There were those who swore to have encountered these creatures in real life. Yet it all seemed so... unreal. Tales and nothing more. I recalled that night at Esme's party again. Denial was only making things harder for me. It was as though I were staring the answer right in the face and rejecting it. I refused to believe it. Not when it went against everything I knew and this boring life I lived.

No normal people could withstand it. “Perseus, the son of Zeus and Danae, haha.” He chuckled mockingly before continuing as if it was something funny. “... the slayer of the Gorgon Medusa and the rescue of Andromeda from a sea monster.” Perseus jolted, sweat trickling down his back. The mockery tone delivered by Hades brought an unexplainable fear that he would never dare to openly express it nor dared to show his fear. “Oh… Lord Hades…”

That was Frank the monster’s thing. “We don’t even need to watch videos, Ian already showed me how to do it. You just press down on this trigger thingy, point at the area you want to paint and voila! It’s done.” She patiently explained how the whole contraption worked, up until the point of how to get paint into the eqiupment, but I didn’t hear a single word. I nodded in all the right places, at least I thought it was in the right places, but my mind was brimming over with questions. What was Kyros? It had introduced itself as a god. The fire god to be specific. Admittedly, my greek mythology was terrible, seeing as all I knew about it was from the few comics I read and the Thor movie I watc

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

It made a hissing sound, and the next thing I know is its body is wrapped around me. Me right now is like a mouse in a lion's den. I drained out my power controlling the earthquake, and now I'm surrounded by ravenous creatures. I call all the deities I know inside my head, but I just feel my body being crush by the serpent. The manticore still keeps on marching towards us, with its mouth open. Its disgusting saliva is dripping on the floor, as its tongue is slightly stuck out. The centaurs and satyrs already came, and I saw how they ignite a fire on the corpse of my people. This is the end of my city—our realm.

He didn't say a word, but he put his hand on the headboard of the bed—a silent promise. "Is the monster gone?" Leo asked, looking at Silas. Silas looked at me, then down at our son. "The monsters are in cages now, Leo. And we’re the ones with the keys.