Aphrodite Stories Novels & Stories

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

She was going to make an entrance that no one would forget. This time, she was just his date. But next time? Girlfriend. Fiancée. Maybe even his wife.

Easy to like. Easy to love. And now that I’ve accepted the bond, I can feel it in every part of me. Not just the mate pull—love. The kind that grows when you really see someone. He tells me stories—how he stole Aphrodite’s girdle once, of all things. “It was one of her biggest power objects. Made whoever wore it irresistible,” he says, shaking his head. “Seems reckless, putting that much power into lingerie,” I joke. Hermes snorts. “Right? So I took it. Just to see if I could.”

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"You've always been very interested in what Hecate is up to, haven't you? I'm sure not knowing these past three years would have killed you, had you not been immortal." Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. I recall, and although I can't explain it, my nose wrinkles distastefully at the sight of her, and my heart tugs with something akin to dislike. Aphrodite tilts her head back and laughs sweetly, though I have a feeling she's anything but. "Oh, on the contrary, Hera. I must say, it's been lovely having Ares warm my bed these past few years. You don't mind, do you, Hecate?" She adds innocently, her eyes wide. "I know things ended on a...sour note with you two, but I hope there's no hard feelings."

The statue was said to be ahead of its time in 1787 by it sensual and romantic kiss shared between the lovers. It was based off a forbidden love story where Cupid and Psyche disobeyed their parents, suffered greatly because of their love, including trials and beatings, but somehow overcame it all and live happily fucking after. Talk about a meddling mother-in-law and shit. Not that what Amber and Leo had could compare to all the trials and tribulations of Psyche and Cupid, but it was hard not to see the comparisons in their own life stories. It was also nice to see they got the happy ending they deserved.

"Aphrodite is, at her core, the physical manifestation of a severed dick." The silence that falls over the elite classroom is so absolute, so profoundly horrified, that I can actually hear the hum of the air conditioning. I completely ignore their collective stroke and continue my scholarly analysis. "It's a classic family dispute. A god got mad, chopped off his dad's dick with a sickle, and chucked it into the ocean. The, uh, amputated parts frothed up in the seawater, and boom—the Goddess of Beauty washed ashore on a giant clam shell, looking flawless."

I saw two men fighting in the distance. I recognized the same man as before. It looked like he was winning until the others pinned him down. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I tried running towards him, screaming at them to stop. It seemed they took something away from him as if a light had been taken out of his chest. It didn’t take them long to do the same to me. I wanted out of this dream, this vision. Is this the story of Aphrodite and Ares? Their love for each other got them to put on display to be shamed by the other gods. But that didn’t feel like enough.

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

And this, by herself. After having counted her collection of love story failures in the middle of the night, she toyed with the desire to find herself a new flame. Sitting behind her screen, she had innocently typed Lovez-vous, a dating site where women held power. Looking for an ally, Judith had browsed the profiles of all these women in search of one who does not exist. She had found the names of So-Lonely and Sad-Heart. Faced with these terrible wrinkled faces due to the horrors of life, she had come to the conclusion that she had to deal with this on her own.