Books Greek Mythology Fiction Novels & Stories

“Yeah but it’s different with Cal. Ricky and her are just friends so he doesn’t need to worry about being molested by her.” He still didn’t look too happy, but at least he wasn’t fuming. Somehow we got onto the topic of Greece and Morpheus kept the conversation going by telling us kinky stories from Greek mythology. I think that it was just in response to Vi saying how boring the Greeks have become. Boring? I wish! I heard a car pull up in the driveway, car doors slamming shut. A clicking of heels as the owner trod confidently up the front steps and - like in a horror movie – opened the door slowly.

Elsie asks suddenly, her eyes on the book at my table "I love to read," "You do?" I asked, my interest in this woman grew fonder each time we held a conversation "I like to study Greek mythos in my spare time," I paused and laughed nervously "It's pretty nerdy I know," "Oh not at all," Elsie replied, her eyes widened "I love Greek Mythology! All those incredible Gods and their stories," she took the seat opposite mine at the desk and pulled the book toward her, opening it she began to flick through the pages "Which is your favourite?"

I say, "Something that no-one else knows...." She twists to look up at me, forehead puckering. ".... Tell me something, that when I think about it, will just be mine; a little piece of you that no-one else has." Understanding dawns. Her expression goes distant for a moment, her gaze outward again, and empty; then turning back, she looks up into my face. "When I was a little girl, we didn't have a lot of books, but all the ones we had, I read. And my favourites were always the old myths and fairy tales; stories about Greek and Roman and Egyptian gods, Norse warriors and ice giants in the north, Hans Christian Anderson, Brothers Grimm, all that sort of thing....

he says happily, as I watch him open one of the gigantic double doors to my left. Inside I could see the beautiful lush deep purple rugs, and the fabrics, and amazing furniture some of which I have never seen the likes of anything before. Beautifully carved into wood, you could see the different dogs….or where they wolves perhaps….and mythical creatures, I see a person with wings..? A fairy? Dragons, and mermaids, all of these creatures, are mythical, they don’t exist.

I said and gulped while there was a slight pause after that. “Werewolves?” She asked and chuckled. “You are into fiction, supernatural stuff?” She asked me. “No, no, not at all… Actually I got an assignment on Greek myths and my topic is about werewolves, so that’s why…” I said to her. “Okay, no problem. Let me check that book first so that I can see if you’ll find it there. Was there any other thing written on it?” She asked me. “Ah no…” I began to think for a while and then added, “But yeah it was very old and torn from some areas and it had a brown cover…”

Esther makes a killer move. "What topic?" “Ancient Greek mythology!” I suddenly fell silent. When it comes to Ancient Greek mythology, many people probably think it is pure and beautiful. But actually it has a lot of dark sides. For art students like me, that mysterious dark side of art attracts me. I lengthened the corners of my eyes, completing my makeup. I shed the gentle gentleness of the past, replacing it with a bold charm. I grabbed my waist-length jacket and went downstairs to Esther's car.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

He piled up the papers into a green folder and stepped out again. "Here. Make sure to finish them before coming to me, or at the very least, get past half those texts. We'd be starting with the Greek world." He handed the green folder to her, holding back the bite in his tone. "You at least have some knowledge of Greek mythology, don't you?" He asked fighting an eye roll at the thought of her not having heard of Greek mythology and being a history and archaeology major. "Yes I do, sir." "Good. We could get this over with faster." He mumbled, leaving her to speak with the door as he returned to the company of the golden fluid that has been more of a friend than any human could be.