Books Greek Mythology Fiction Novels & Stories

"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.

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

First of all I don't want to do this right in the morning without even brushing my teeth but still I need to. "Fuck you dumb heartless author! I hope you get contispation." I cursed out flashing my middle finger up in the air. "Damn why is her life so tragic? And yet people who read the story will hate her because they don't know the back story of Medusa which our so called dumbhead author didn't bother to mention. The most important thing is, she made Eros a Jerk. A total A class jerk. If I happened to know where that bitch of an author stays I swear I'm going toss dozens of honey bowls in her home to attract bees and I will make each and every living bee to sting her on butt. This is what

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."

Alexis is happy to see someone in the house who's smiling. "I'm Ares – the fifth son. Are you interested with Greek Mythology?" He asked. "I know some but I don't know most of it." Alexis answered. "Aw... But that's fine. If you want to know more, just ask me then I'll tell you everything about it." He stated then Alexis nodded. "Sure." She answered. "If you need books about it, you can ask me then I'll give you books about it." Ares added.

I want a unicorn. *Silence* "What!?" Unicorn!? (What the fuck? Unicorn? Are you damm serious, woman!?) (But it's what I wanted! Isn't this a survey? Why are you complaining? I love unicorns and Pegasus. What's wrong with that?) Even a freaking Pegasus!? God, this is all Greek Mythology's fault. Those fictions are making her believe in non-existing shits! Well, Hades and Persephone are the exceptions.

My fingers scanned the faded spines until they stopped on a worn, hardcover copy of Greek Mythology. I took the book and retreated to a single desk beneath the window, as far away from Vera's circle as possible. Opening the heavy cover, I tried to lose myself in the text, tracing the printed lines about ancient gods and trials. Reading always used to ground me, but today, the letters seemed to blur together on the page. A sudden, violent smack rattled my desk. Vera’s palm was flat against my open book, pinning the pages down. I froze for a beat, watching her knuckles turn white, before slowly raising my eyes to meet her glare.

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.

Cordelia had listened in whenever she could, and little by little learned more than her cousin did. Flopping down onto her small bed, Cordelia revelled in a moment of relaxation. Her blue skirt landed around her like petals. Although her room was tiny, and sometimes chilly, she loved it. No one else ever climbed to the top of the house where she was tucked away. She had slowly collected the stubs of candles until she could fill her tiny windowsill. As she lit them, she felt as though she were casting a spell. Running her hands along her quilt, she could feel the scraps of her childhood dresses. She reached for one of the books she kept hidden behind her dresser. Lately she had been entranced

'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.