Elysium Greek Novels & Stories

"Then don't. I should warn you though. Neradia and Elysium are different. In Elysium, the elementals come out to play at night." I stared at his muscled back and his nice butt as he retreated into the tent while I tried to make sense of what he had said. I turned around walked to the fire while looking around. I could hear nothing but crickets and owls hooting. The night should scare me but it was my time of reprieve. The only moments I could think things through and meditate if need be.

POV. Isabella Di´Giotanno. We hold hands, Artemis, Aika and I as we listen to recite, “Aderfí, aderfí se kaló kai se epikaloúmai, stop me sto vasíleió sou, use me na bo sto vasíleio tis Ekátis.” I frown, while I said, “what the hell does that mean, Artemis?” Artemis smiles amused as she answers me, “The exact translation would be, Sister, sister, I call your name and I invoke you. Take me to your kingdom. Let me enter to the Hecate’s Realm.”

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

Elsie asks suddenly, her eyes on the book at my table "I love to read," "You do?" I asked, my interest in this woman grew fonder each time we held a conversation "I like to study Greek mythos in my spare time," I paused and laughed nervously "It's pretty nerdy I know," "Oh not at all," Elsie replied, her eyes widened "I love Greek Mythology! All those incredible Gods and their stories," she took the seat opposite mine at the desk and pulled the book toward her, opening it she began to flick through the pages "Which is your favourite?"

Elia’s eyes fluttered toward her, desperate but lost. “Lucien is the God of War,” the healer said, each word deliberate and powerful. “Yes! But he does not kill his own people.” Her thumbs pressed against the back of Elia’s trembling hands. “He protects them.” Elia’s breathing was still fast… too fast, ragged, shallow, dangerously close to spiraling. Her chest heaved like she was dying on a dry land. But the healer didn’t let her look away. Her hands tightened around Elia’s trembling fingers, anchoring her with sheer will.

Demands for review. Threats hidden beneath elegant diplomacy. Some openly challenged the legality of the marriage. Some questioned Aeryl’s consent. Others demanded intervention from higher authority. And eventually, the most dangerous message of all was written. "To the House of Elyria. The Lunar Concord." There was a call for problems now and Aramisius wasn't exactly surprised but he was beat up that he had not fully prepared. **** **** Far beyond ordinary kingdoms, beyond even the reach of military borders, stood Elyria, the ancient neutral city beneath silver mountains and moonstone towers.

Kas reaches out and takes her hand. “Mon ami, one day, people may think your story is a myth, but they will never hear of it if someone doesn’t tell it for the first time.” Delilah raises her hands high in the air and lets her voice ring words I don’t understand. “Me tin evlogía tis Mitéras mas, Ekátis, pros timín tis evgenoús Theás tis Selínis, Selínis. Parakaló akoúste ta lógia mou kai pléxte ta sta astéria. As zísei gia pánta o thrýlos tou Iokásti Látmou. [With the blessing of Our Mother, Hecate, in honor of the noble Moon Goddess, Selene. Please hear my words and weave them into the stars. Let the legend of Iokaste Latmus live forever.]”

“What the hell just happened?” Elias blinked rapidly, dazed. “I saw it.” Lucian leaned closer. “Saw what?” “A city. Burning. Ancient. I think I was in the past. Maybe. And there was a man walking through the fire like it couldn’t touch him.” He swallowed hard. “Isadora also went there.” Kairis stood slowly, her gaze returning to the book. “His presence predates gods and demons. The texts called him a Pre-God.” Lucian stood too. “We found his name earlier—‘Nihareth.’ You remember it?”

Of how all of us had been caught in the orbit of two men who’d once built something beautiful together and then weaponized its remains. Maybe that’s what Elysium really was — not a sanctuary, not a secret, but a mirror. It reflected whoever entered it, amplified what they already carried. For some of us, that was love. For others, greed. For Adrian, it was revenge. The rain started again, steady against the glass. I whispered to the room, to myself, maybe to him, “It ends with you.”

Nero nodded. Serphina took a deep breath “In the realm of Etherealis, Elysander , our father. was once a revered and powerful figure. As a guardian of ancient knowledge and magic, he was known for his wisdom and abilities. However, Elysander’s thirst for power consumed him, corrupting his once noble intentions.