Dionysus Myth Novelas e Histórias

“Selene and I thought it would be funny.” Blood pours from his mouth, before they can ask what he meant. “Selene?” Sil asks Iris. Iris looks around at the minor gods bleeding to death. Zeus, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena and Hera can’t maintain their giant status and are the same size as Titan. “They are drunk. She poisoned the wine. That is why they look so afraid. She had Dionysos poison them,” Iris tells Sil. “That is a good thing. It means we will win,” Sil tells her.

As Sophia stood before the captivating painting of Apollo and Daphne, the gallery attendant began to unravel the tale depicted within the artwork. "Well, you see, this painting depicts the mythological story of Apollo and Daphne," the attendant began, her voice soft and melodic. "According to Greek mythology, Apollo, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy, became infatuated with the beautiful nymph Daphne. However, Daphne, fearing Apollo's advances, prayed to the river god Peneus for help. In response to her prayers, Peneus transformed Daphne into a laurel tree to save her from Apollo's pursuit." As the attendant spoke, Sophia found herself drawn deeper into the story, her imagination weavin

I turned to Dion and asked him what's happening, and one of the rarest times in the world, Dionysus smirked sexily and said, "We're going on a date." MICS ARTEMIA

"Boss, time is your enemy here. You have finally coped with Master Hermes' death for the last months. And, I saw you suffer by blaming yourself for his death, not even having the opportunity to save him from Zara or not having the opportunity to talk to him before he closed his eyes. I know you blame yourself over and over again. And, do you think that was what Master Hermes wanted you to do in the very first place? Blaming yourself again and again? Being miserable and in agony? I don't think so. I bet my whole life he is very sad in heaven right now because of your life decisions." "Do you really think he's up there?" Dionysus asked, looking up at the dark sky. The coldness of the night was

"Because Dionysus is the son of a God with a Mortal, someone who has achieved divinity. It makes a lot of sense." "Exactly. Hope is suffering more than necessary because she is fighting the Gods." Samantha leaned against the table in front of me, while Nosferatus sat in the armchair next to her. "And by any chance did following the Gods work out well for your Prince?" I asked and smiled wryly, knowing the answer. "Yes and no. For the most part, it did work out." Samantha smiled. "Gods are not fixed things, they grow old and learn from their mistakes. Athena no longer goes around turning women into cursed people with snake hair." Nosferatus spoke up with a low laugh.

His instructions must be carried out to the tiniest detail, or else he gets rid of you and makes another wolf, just like you. His name is Dymion the Second, and he is the first son of Endymion and Selene, the moon God and moon goddess. Endymion, in Greek mythology a beautiful youth who spent much of his life in perpetual sleep. Endymion’s parentage varies among the different ancient references and stories, but several traditions say that he was originally the king of Elis. According to one tradition, Zeus offered him anything that he might desire, and Endymion chose an everlasting sleep in which he might remain youthful forever. According to another version of the myth, Endymion’s eternal sl

It is a rare sight that is sometimes mistaken as Agartha, the mythical place featured in the Hollow Earth theory, or something even more absurd. Dionysus finds it tiresome to ride the elevator up to it's highest floor, so he flies in his carriage driven by pegasi, mistaken for a helicopter in the mere human's eyes, and lands on the helipad. His father was never the best in the lot. With Dionysus competing with various sons and daughters, specially his infamous, powerful siblings namely: Athena, Apollo, Ares, Artemis and Hephaestus, there was never enough recognition and praise for him. His only consolation is that Hephaestus has been his genuine friend and brother throughout his life that co

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.

I'm doing my best lost puppy face. - Hi - he releases the hood of the car, making a loud noise, which is softened by the sound playing outside - I am Dionísio. I can see you stomping around the Bronx chasing your man, and honestly, I don't care. You know he's probably fucking another woman. I widen my eyes. First, Dionysus, as the god of wine? Second, is this what women expect from their husbands here? Because if so, it's exactly the same as politics. And, third but not least, my man?

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...