Book Based On Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence. The heavy doors to Hades’ chambers, adorned with intricate carvings of serpents and flowers in an eternal struggle, swung open with a reverberating creak. The light from the hallway spilled into the room, revealing the god standing in the center, his imposing figure framed by the faint glow of the torches. Zeus entered with a self-assured stride, his golden robes shimmering like sunlight against the stark darkness of the room. The faint sound of his boots clicking against the stone floor was the only thing disrupting the silence.

I say it appreciatively, and he only grunts in response before walking away. I go into the mystical creatures island, and I stare at the amount of books on the shelves. How the hell am I supposed to pick just one out of all of this? A particular hardcover catches my attention. It appears ancient, yet it’s lilac, exactly the same color as my eyes. I take it off the shelf and grin when I see its title. THE HISTORY OF OMEGAS: HOW THE DIVINE BEINGS CAME TO BE. Yes! This is it! This is the book!

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.

“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.

Olgarias focused his eyes on yellow old pages of the book. It was a historical story about black magic. He had found this book in a corner of his library, as the library previously had been of his father, thus he assumed that it had been collected by him. He was so attentive in reading that he didn't hear the crack of opening the door of his chamber. Silent footsteps approached behind him, standing there like a statue. "Prince Olgarias," Ran bowed his head.

Zoey shouted and pressed for the ground floor button. "What? Now I'm a cheater? Great!" "Don't shout at me!" "Don't shout at me, too! You're hurting my feelings!" "Cheaters don't have feelings!" Dionysus looked like he was about to give up. "For fuck's sake! I just thought of that name because I fancy Greek mythology so much, alright? I'm a bookworm and I always loved to read books about Greek gods and goddesses. Please, will you believe me?" Zoey remained silent. "Hey. If you want proof, we can go to the library now. It's on the second floor, beside my workroom here."

'I bet there are thousands of mythological books' I thought, I looked around as much as I could while Hades carried me. ''You love books, don't you?'' He commented as he weaved his way through shelf after shelf of books, following Lachesis. ''No, just mythological books,'' I replied ''The underworld is the source of all mythological books and stories.'' Hades huffed. ''Are you not serious?'' I asked in disbelief. ''Do you know the myth of Cerberus?'' He asked. ''Of course. He's the Greek hellhound. It's one of the most famous myths'' I replied.

The initial plot was a literal horror story about a girl being stalked by some supernatural creature ahem sLeNdEr MaN ahem until he eats her–but I felt it was too predictable, too boring–so let's add Greek mythology and a bunch of other monsters to the blender because I am too done with life for a complicated plot right now and just wanted someone to suffer. Let's be real, though: the story only happened because I was bored and hungry when I was home-quarantined for two weeks WITHOUT INTERNET. The first draft was a scene of Winters and William escaping Roman's dungeon, haunted house–whatever it was called–but I scraped it all up since I like the final scene in Prologue. I think it has more t

Rhae slowly walked towards the bookshelf off to the side of the room and began skimming the titles. "Tales of Fae," Aynyra grinned, crossing her legs in the bed like a toddler. Rhae pulled the book off the shelf, examining the repeatedly broken spine and the clear wear and tear on the cloth-covered binding. "A children's book?" Rhae questioned peering at the title. Aynyra chuckled, "It's not a children's book, it's based on history. It's fact." Rhae walked over to the bed laughing, "It's myth Aynyra, don't tell me you believe in the Fae."

Alcmene turns to look down her back and past her tail at the nine wolves behind us. “Let’s say for a minute that I believe… everything you have told me. Why would Zaine’s wolf not tell him all of this? Zaine has devoted himself to studying the myths and legends of ancient Greece. He would know more about this than anyone here.” My memory flits back to the night Alcmene came to me. I knew to creep past the library because Zaine would be in there, pouring over the giant text books left behind by Alpha Theo.