Clytemnestra Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

“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

Yet they all had one theme: destruction. Every one of these prophecies told of destruction. It didn’t matter what it was, destruction was at its end. Many had given up on the boy, escaping him rather than trying to help him. Yet one remained unmoved. There was one who strove to find a way to break the curse upon her nephew’s head. She was a goddess known for her cunning war strategies and great wit. Her name was Athena. Born of the Night with the insignia of the owl she was. She scoured the realms, searching for something that would give her a clue as to what could overturn her nephew’s fate. And it led her back home – to the Olympian Archives. So she locked herself up, not eating or drinkin

“Where’s the incantation?” Alex looked forward to it as he did not expect that Athena’s shield would be that powerful. The Black Robe said, “Only two people know about the incantation of Medusa’s Aegis Shield. They are a pair of sisters, and both of them are people of our ancient Olympus Tribe. One is called Athena, and the other one is called Nike. They are cousins. No one in the universe knows about the incantation except for the two of them... However, they once left their legacies. I can find their legacies.”