Chaos Greek God Novels & Stories

"My name is rather not Poseidon. I am Hermes. The god of trade and languages. The god of translators and interpreters. I was arguably, the most clever of the Olympian gods, and served as messenger for all the other gods. I ruled over wealth, good fortune, commerce, fertility, and thievery. ... Because of my speed, he was sometimes considered a god of winds." There were gasps of awe as well as disbelief in the great hall. So in actual fact, there were four mighty gods in there midst! This was incredible! Some of them felt their confidence being boosted just by this knowledge. However, the elders felt a sense of dread creep in. They knew being graced by these many gods only spelt trouble. They

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

he replied while taking a deep breath"i saw my father,or so i guess" "what! your father? how? thought your mom said he died or did you find his corpse there?" i was really confused. "There's more to that bro"shield replied"he is alive,i think.more to that he said he's some kind of greek god or something called Hermes" "woah! you mean Hermes the god of speed .mmm that'll explain a lot. But thought the gods were myths,and how did he get to meet your mom? How come he is in that tomb and can't come out?" I bombarded shield with questions

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

Perhaps, the soul of that girl had returned, and he was not so happy to see her. Just then, the black journal opened on it's own. He could see the girl's thread move, but he didn't expect what it did next. To his shock, his white fate thread came close to hers, and they intertwined themselves. “This can't be.” He said in panic, reaching out to grab the journal but it disappeared. He wondered what it meant. It was nothing out of the ordinary for human fate to intertwined. But he was a god who had lived for thousands of years on earth, and he had no business with a mortals. Why would his fate ever be intertwined with a human’s?

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

Sitting up, I look down at her as she raises an eyebrow at me. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask her as she sits up. My mom Mia is not one to be messed with. She is powerful and beautiful. Her wolf Chaos lives up to her name. She is chaotic but would kill and has killed for her own. “What’s the point in having all those titles if you don’t use them? You’re the Goddess of Hell. Maybe you need to teach him a lesson? Look, I know what he has done and who his father is. Gaia, you need to claim them. All four of them. I will not see my daughter kill herself.” I groan as I move off the bed and storm towards the bar in the corner of the room.

A sudden chill ran through me at the thought. The mother of wolves? The goddess of the moon. She was the one we always prayed to. The one I had prayed to several times while I was still at the pack. Maybe she had heard and sent Beros to save me. I was eager to know more about her. I turned back to continue my reading. "And lastly, Nyxar, the god of chaos and destruction, the push and pull of the world" This last name didn't leave me with a good feeling. Was this deity responsible for all the chaos?

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”