Novel & Cerita Best Greek Mythology Fiction Books

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

Nyla didn’t understand figures of speech, nor was she up to date on modern language. Had they been cut off from the world when their master had been imprisoned? For how long? Legends about ancient Greece were thousands of years old. And in all those lore and legends, there wasn’t a single mention of a God of Justice... “I don’t think she’s questioning your powers, my old friend,” the horned god explained to the serpent, scratching her scales until she purred with delight. “But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?”

“Didn’t you just win that reading badge last week?” That earned a small grin. “Yeah. For reading the longest book in the class.” Willow’s eyes lit. “That’s amazing! What book?” Andrea hesitated. “It was... a Greek mythology one. It's about Alcestis, the wife of Admetus.” The way she pronounced ‘Alcestis’ was so prideful. I could never pronounce that on a first trial.

"You'd be shocked at the bizarre things these creatures would ask you to do." "Hopefully, they don't interrupt my breakfast." I take a quick look at the book in his hands. "What are you reading?" "Greek mythology," he replies, setting it down. "Figured it was fitting." I smile. "Good choice." The waiter returns then, setting down a plate in front of me. I glance at the assortment of food—something golden and flaky, a thick swirl of white yogurt drizzled with honey, dark purple olives, and what looks like grilled cheese.

Hated how her parents sat at the table with their eyes down, avoiding her gaze, as though if they didn’t speak of Cerebus, maybe he’d vanish from their lives. But Ellie couldn’t let him vanish. She flipped open another book, tracing a trembling finger over a woodcut illustration. The Chimera, fangs bared, claws dripping with ink. The caption beneath: Slain only by the hand of gods and guardians. Her heart raced. She grabbed the printout of a recent archaeological report — a cave unearthed on Crete, just weeks ago. Symbols lined the walls, spirals and runes identical to the ones etched in her mythology texts.

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

“Do you still pretend to be in different places?” “When I read, I do. It’s the cheapest way to travel.” “So why is Greece your first choice?” She shrugged. “I went through a period when I was sixteen where I read a lot of Greek literature. I was fascinated with the mythology which is interwoven into a lot of their work. I noticed that you are reading The Iliad. When I read that three years ago, I had difficulty getting through the description of every soldier that was dying, but once the focus of the book changed to Achilles and Hector and how the Greek gods were influencing the Trojan War, I couldn’t put it down. I will say that the Greeks were very creative.”

He hooked his finger on the spine of a particularly old-looking volume and removed it, extending it toward her. Lily gripped the book in her hands, running her palm over the old leather cover. It was a book of retellings of classic Greek myths. She opened the book to somewhere in the middle, reading the header on the brown, aged page. “‘Orpheus and Eurydice,’” she read. “A love story,” he commented. “A tragic one.”

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”