Books Greek Mythology Fiction の小説・ストーリー

That simple action seared him with a heated pleasure. "Don't apologize for everything." Her lashes fluttered as she looked at him, a secretive smile on her lips. "I've not wronged you by all my actions then?" He laughed. "Not all your actions." She studied the book she held, then opened the pages and sighed. "My mistake: I forgot you could not read Greek." Godric reached for the novel she held. While the title was typeset in English, the text itself was entirely in Greek. "This is one of my favorite stories. My father never cared for novels, but he loved the classics and would read this one to me often." She held it out to him. "Would you read it to me?"

ALL! " Layla took a few steps back and in the distance she said, "Take care, I promise I'll get there with help," luck said in a funny tone to Leo, "where is the one that didn't want to leave us," "I know, good luck you have to start kicking some butts, ”“ yes, ”leo and luck came into view of all the creatures, in that, the same terrifying voice says“ LIGHTS, ”the harpies immediately lit the torches and chanted you with oil, and the light was made in that Instead, they were surrounded by all kinds of monsters and I read when I recognized that they were not from Roman mythology, but from Greek; a couple of the harpies fly high overhead and you can see a silhouette, "WHO THE HELL SUMMONED US,"

he rumbled as he drew near. I sat up straight and held out the book, feeling unaccountably nervous when he plucked it from my hands. "Do you actually believe these myths?" I asked curiously, watching while he scanned the pages. Jason let out a snort before tossing the book carelessly on the table. "It's just nonsense, not to be taken seriously," he scoffed. "That's why they're called legends." "Oh, I see..." I murmured, feeling a bit foolish for having been so engrossed. Maybe I was the one being silly for finding it interesting.

“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.

Then he closed the door behind him and left. I'm seating near the vast window, the warmth of the sunlight penetrating the glass is relaxing. The cold drink on my hand compliments the heat of the sunshine, I love this. I then took a random book on the shelf, a book about Greek Mythology. I remember, when I was younger, I was very fond of Greek and Norse Mythology which further lead to my love for fantasy and fairytale. My Brother would read me a story each night and I'll feel like the happiest little girl in the world to have such a nice brother like him. Those were the days when our parents recently passed away, so he was considerate and concerned about my emotions and comforted me always.

“You wouldn’t. Your brother and his merry band of Grey Wolf alphas have ensured otherwise.” “You make it sound so intentional.” She plucked another book down from the shelf. This one, a compilation and analysis of Greek mythology. She quirked a brow. Interesting literature choices for a cowboy. But what about this man didn’t make him an enigma?

This seemed to be a safe place to start. “I know that all the fantasy novels I read were partially based on truth, Greek mythology is real, and probably other cultural mythologies. I question the existence of the Christian God at this point, and I’m trying to understand where I fit in with it all. I get that my bloodline has always been Lunar Guardians, and now Selene needs to be here to make sure Chaos doesn’t eat the world or something…” She gave all the information it seemed she had. “And that’s about it. Not much to go on.”

And right now, she's reading Michael's birthday present to her: Greek Myth and Legend. Feet up, stretched out on the settee in front of the fire, she couldn't look happier.... Well, maybe there's one way.... I nudge up her feet to sit beside her. "Which story are you reading?" "The one about how Heracles wrestled with Achelous and broke off his horn and created the cornucopia.... The horn of plenty." She dimples happily and there's a merry little twinkle in her eye. Is that some kind of hint?

I looked out of my window, the darkness of the night covered everything around making me wonder of the unexplainable things it was veiling. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The first classes ended with Ms. Brendon's mythological story. Coincidentally, about the God of Love, Eros. It made me curious that whether the Eros in my book was truly a humanly depiction of the God. Strangely, the more I read the book, the less it seemed to be a myth. It was like a story I have heard while growing up. I am slowly loosing my mind. The repetitive face-off with those dreams were slowly blurring my line of reality and imagination. I was starting to think and see things, I could never explain to anyone.

"Be careful who you trust, I know there are many people you may have been crushing on, but you can't just let anyone in who says nice things to you." "So, don't let history repeat itself, don't be a dipshit?" "Don't let history repeat itself, and listen to your heart, no matter how cliche that sounds." "It does sound pretty cliche," I said through a chuckle as I picked the last book out of the box I was working on, "You remember this book, Ma?" "I do, I bought you that book a month before I got you away from your father," She said as she took the book from me, "You always had a knack for Greek Mythology."