Clytemnestra Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

The glowing sigil of Astinos Silverclaw—Leonidas's chief territorial lieutenant—was flashing across the glass interface. I tapped the rune, accepting the vocal transmission. "Lady Gorgo!" Astinos's breathless, panicked voice echoed instantly through the magic crystal, loud enough for Themistocles to hear every word. "You need to return to the Silverclaw Citadel immediately!" My chest tightened, my wolf rearing its head in sudden alarm. "What happened? Did the rogue clans attack the outer defense wall again?" "No!" Astinos choked out, the background noise filled with the frantic chaotic shouts of Lunar Healers and running guards. "It's Artemisia Lykaon! She... she slashed her own wrists insid

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

“No, this isn’t your run of the mill psycho. It is much, much worse than that. She’s one of the Lamides. They were Dionysius nursemaids. In a jealous fit, Hera drove them mad to kill the baby god in revenge for Zeus’ unfaithfulness. They slaughtered everyone, but Hermes saved Dionysius in time.” “It was not our fault,” Lysandra shouted with a wild look in her eyes. “We suffered just as much as those who were slain! I lost my sons! My strong, beautiful sons… Now only I am left…” Her voice drifted off, and she shifted her focus back on Zephyra with crazed determination. “Your mother has negated my every attempt at reconciliation with the nymphs. First, she took Clancey from me! I would’ve had

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

" [1] Erida (fighting, quarrel, rivalry) — is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. [2] Nocté, Nyx (night) — is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. [3] Ereb (darkness, gloom) — representing the personification of darkness in Greek mythology. [4] Adamas (from ancient Greek - "irresistible") is a mythical metal that served as material for the tools of the gods. Adamas is the ancient name for a diamond [5] Cyanea capillata — a species of Scyphozoa, discophoran class.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Cronus then turned away as Rhea pretended to sob in grief. Later, the goddess stole down the mountainside to the swinging golden cradle, and took her son down into the field of Mount Dikte in Crete. There the child was raised in secrecy where he was nursed by nymphs on the milk of the goat Amaltheia and guarded by the warrior Curetes who drowned out the sound of his crying with their shield-clashing battle-dance. Rhae promised them that their sheep would never be eaten by wolves and their fields would always yield wonderful harvest. Then she left her baby.

She is our mate and we want to have her. She is our ultimate destiny. Looking at the executioner’s swords and the burned goatmen, the realization dawns upon me. Ishtar sent them to kill her! She wanted to kill her so that she could get to me. A growl rumbles my chest thinking about her plan. Suddenly, black smoke appears in front of me and out of it, steps out the three goddesses of Fate (Moirai), namely- Klotho (Clotho), Lakhaesis (Lachaesis) and Atropos.

He took a bit to pause as he saw I was mentally trying to keep up. “There were 12 Titans, Oceanus, Coeus, Crius, Hyperion, Iapetus and Cronus were the boys. Thea, Rhea, Themis, Mnemosyne, Phoebe, and Tethys were the girls. The part that concerns you, is Thea and Hyperion. They married and had three children. Helios, of the sun, Selene, of the moon, and Eos, of the dawn. Yes, Ancient Greeks were some incestuous people. Now, Chaos being the first primordial is animalistic in nature. Selene, being the Mother of the Moon rules over the night and creatures of the night. Can you see no reason why he would lust for her and want her for himself?” Endymion’s eyes turned sad and distant. “This is why