Diomedes Novels & Stories

Figaro gruffly complimented, looking like he’d been on doses of melatonin, tired and hungover. He had a pale complexion, lean muscles, and a languid aura. Too unreadable. Silver-white curls frame him in careless disarray, falling into heavy-lidded merlot eyes, almost hiding the purple kramo bone symbol marked upon his forehead. “And Androkles. We fought Dymian together, and we'll fight him again,” Gustav declared, replacing his smile with solemn features. “Hmm,” Androkles acknowledged with a sharper aura that aggravated Zeus. His steely eyes clashed with mine. “We still haven't collected the price of our brother's life from Dymian. He’s the target of our revenge, but you can join him too.”

with their names it will make it easier to find out who the fuck they are and who attacked them. “And your name miss” Irk asks as he helps hook her arm over his shoulder to move her towards the jet. “Demitria De Leone”

His hair cascades around his face in dark ringlets. “Father, can I interest you in wine?” he asks. “Ah, Dionysus, yes please,” Zeus cheers as the man pours red wine from a decanter he is holding, “Son, this is your half sister, Iokaste.” The man looks at me with a mix of curiosity and disgust, “She is one of the Menae? One of the wild monstrosities Mother and that human created?” Excuse me? Did he just call me a monstrosity? I don’t fucking think so, asshole.

It was Aphrodite's deity, a man who just loved the idea of being a subordinate to a powerful woman. "I don't think I need to tell you my name because you very well know who I am. We've known each other since we were both humans." Aubrey rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, completely annoyed. Xun, Aphrodite's deity, chuckled out as he sat on the seat that Hades had been sitting on earlier.

He stopped to guage their reactions before he continued. "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."

That these things are so to-day, you doubtless see, and need no testimony of mine: and that in times gone by the opposite was true, I will prove to you, not by any words of my own, but by the record inscribed by your ancestors on a pillar of bronze, and placed on the Acropolis, not to be a lesson to themselves, they needed no such record to put them in a right mind, but to be a reminder and an example to you of the zeal that you ought to display in such a cause. What then is the record? "Arthmius, son of Pythonax, of Zeleia, is an outlaw, and is the enemy of the Athenian people and their allies, he and his house." Then follows the reason for which this step was taken, "because he brought the

she said firmly. “ I wonder why ..” Chad muttered. But wait... Just then, he suddenly realized it. Medusa doesn’t just murder the defaulting man alone, they murder the man and his family so the power of vengeance and karma is defeated. So how come they left his mother? He asked himself as the picture became clearer. They left his mother alive to draw him and his siblings back home since they couldn’t find them. To draw them back home so they could finish the job. “ medusa" Chad muttered shaking his head in disapproval and then he burst into a grievous laughter realizing the trap! He laughed so hard that his mother became puzzled.

I shook my head at her, and she looked at me with confusion. “I still don’t remember anything, but I could recognise you from your appearance,” I explained. She sighed, looking crestfallen, and I had the urge to say that I remembered her, just to wipe that look off her face… I looked away from her and met the eyes of the God I had never seen before but still looked familiar. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to place where I had seen him before. Then it occurred to me why he looked familiar. Handsome, with curly hair and an athletic build, he looked like the male version of Artemis! He must be Apollo, the twin brother of Artemis; God of music, light, medicine and more…

" All eyes were on her. The students couldn't believe their ears. What they had been trying to study before they went for holiday two newly students came and say it. Grace was speechless. She wasn't expecting that. She thought Ena couldn't give the right answers. Elena turned her gaze to Demon scornfully. "I bet you are surprised." Demon was surprise but tried to hide it. "Well you didn't put the name of the main villain of the Olympians in your lists. He is important you know." "You are still finding excuses, so who is this particular Olympians I did not mention Mister know all?" "Hades (Pluto): god of the underworld." Demon answered with a smirk. "You are right Damien, Hades is also one of

I assumed it was Daylen and opened the door. ‘Oh shit,’ I slammed the door, but Orion’s foot jammed my efforts. ‘How did you find me?’ I wined. ‘It wasn’t too difficult, we have to talk Artemis.’ ‘I don’t know if I can trust you.’ I said, battling to keep him out. ‘I’m an Olympiad demi-god in Zeus' army.’ He said. ‘Oh that’s very original.’ He stopped before thrusting the door in. I stumbled and frowned. The demi-god part was probably true. He wore a large blue jacket that fit his muscles perfectly from the battle with Marcus I knew he had incredible strength.