Delphyne Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Henrik and I stood and bowed our heads respectfully. We joke that Delilah is the scary one because of that video, but we know the Fayte standing before us is the scary one. We don’t need to see her action to know it’s true. We’ve heard the stories. The crater and blood splatter she left in the hospital parking lot of the doctor who drugged and kidnapped Delilah. Then there was the devastation in Demonclaw three years ago when Persephone was abducted. Add in knowing she has an ancient wolf spirit that is the balance to Darkness… yep scary shit.

Norton, for instance, implied seething bear in the antiquated language of the pixies. The most ridiculously glaring distinction between this world and his own was the presence of the two moons overhead. The principal bigger silver moon was called Daphlyn and it was represented as the Silvermoon Goddess and furthermore known as the Goddess of Love. The more modest, dark red shaded moon which hung in the night sky like a ruby, sickle tooth was called Sufanna the Bloodmoon Goddess and furthermore filled in as the Goddess of Vengeance. As indicated by the legends, when Sufanna uncovers itself as a full moon, it would connote the start of one more significant struggle on the landmass.

“Ah… Persephone and Dionysus. Come here. Join our Hades.” Persephone; The Greek Goddess and the lover of Hades. She was petite and a curvy young woman with pinkish skin, pink eyes, dark red hair. She was so beautiful in the behold of the eyes. Sabrina was pretty but Persephone exuded a different charm entirely. Dionysus; the god that was associated with wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, and wild frenzy. He looked elegant, good looking with long flowing white glowing hair over his shoulder. And seemed drunk too.

Erzelus asked. “Her name was Minthe. She was the nymph of Oribus, daughter of Denexus and Sentaya. You know, the Sentaya with screechy voice and bat flaps, the old hag of Ortelvan river in Oribus. Her daughter Minthe and I recognised each other as mates. But her parents offered her to Hades, hoping this would help their ambitions to climb up the ladder of Wengarthria. Hey, hear that out!!! They have offered their daughter to the master of hell!!

This one flash of hope from the reprieve made the ordeal worse than ever. Along the way, she met the Danaïdes, who were the fifty daughters of the king of Argos. By the command of their father, who had been warned by the oracle that his son-in-law would bring his death, they killed all their husbands in one night. Their punishment in the Underworld was to fill with water a vessel full of holes - a never-ending and useless task. Persephone helped them fill the vessels and the water stayed unleaked. But these vessels would empty out as soon as she left.

It would be like our love is giving my mate a gift. Baron begins purring as GoldMoon steps out of the forest. I watch as Madelyn’s eyes go wide. “GoldMoon is the Cerynian Hind,” I tell her. “From Greek Mythology? That Cerynian Hind?” she asks. “That’s the one. Although I guess there is some question about whether she was more sacred to the Goddess Artemis in Greek mythology, or to the elves here.” "The elves," both Ailduin and Aolis say together.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

*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?

Cupid thrust her dart back into her quiver and flew away to Olympus. Meanwhile, the King had returned to his kingdom and unfolded the prophecy of that ominous oracle to his wife. They held each other and wept in grief and lamentation for several hours. But they knew the warnings of heaven shall come to pass, and they must obey. The grim prediction of the dread oracle Delphi from Apollo, the god of prophecy, loomed over them, urging them to prepare the marriage for their ill-fated daughter with a winged monster, and Psyche's presence was demanded to meet her appointed punishment.