Elysium Greek Novels & Stories

Elisia bit her lips and then sat down on the floor, helplessly. ****************************** Reader's Guide: Elysian Elders - an organization consisting of all representative of the clans of different creatures living in Terra. Wolfsbane - a purple poisonous plant used to kill werewolves.

Her hands came free as she inspected her limbs with admiration. Thanatos took a knee, his head bowed in respect... "Welcome sister!" The last words to grace Grey's eardrums as exhaustion caught up with him.. Author's note: This chapter is more in tune with the Greek gods. The spell Thanatos used was made by Erebus in a language powerful enough to hold his daughter who joined his one enemy, Zeus. Below are the transliteration and translation: "To aíma tou fýlaká sou, mátia tis apátis,

"Hmph. Only one God of War came to greet us. This is outrageous. When people from Emsgate, the Land of Divinity, arrive, you should have brought all of the God of Wars to meet us." Elysia’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her mind, but she quickly suppressed it. "The other Gods of War are stationed across Somerland," she explained, her tone still calm but with a slight edge. "Their duties prevent them from attending at this time."

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

Her head was nearly resting against my shoulder. I don’t know what Eugenius and my father are up to. But I will protect you, Ismene-Eirene. “They are the Pompeius family of Lerna. They use the hydra as their family symbol. There are always five. Like the mythical creature, they cannot be killed by ordinary means. Their heads must be removed with either, and I’m rusty on this part, an enchanted fire sword or an enchanted golden sword of Athena.” I sighed. “That's at least the myth of the family. The only facts that I know for sure are the name, there's always five, and they are mercenaries who never fail." I explained.

Helios is really like his father, from his looks and his aura, he's like the spitting image of Hector. Hector's younger son, Helion is the opposite of Helios. He has more gentle aura and always like to read his books. He's also smart and also an achiever since she often see his name at the school's bulletin board gaining too many awards because of joining competitions. There's no doubt that he's Hector's son. Amalia was busy packing her things when she heard a knock. She smiled upon seeing Hector also smiling at her. "Why are you here?" She asked him.

“These are Cretan hieroglyphs.” Sean shakes his head, not in denial, but in incomprehension. “That’s definitely not Greek.” “Oh, no. I didn’t mean to confuse you.” To herself, she says, “What was the name of that island? Ummm, Kallístē?” she offers. When Sean shakes his head, Darby tries again. “Strongýlē?” And again. “Thera? Well, it’s Plato’s legend of Atlantis. What do the humans call it? Minoa? I can see that still doesn’t help.”

Where am I? “The Ethereal Nexus,” a voice whispered from everywhere and nowhere. Serena turned sharply — and her heart nearly stopped. Elias was there, kneeling only a few feet away, his figure caught between man and mist. His veins glowed silver-black; his eyes flickered like dying stars. Every breath he took came with the sound of thunder. Behind him, lightning forked through the void, illuminating a monstrous silhouette—Fenris, the god who refused to die. “Elias!” she cried, rushing forward. “Hold on—please—”

I quickly scan the screens, picking out key areas of concern. My gaze lingers on the members of my team as they cautiously move through corridors. As I take in the full extent of the damage, my fingers involuntarily form fists at my sides fueled by the knowledge that this was caused by a traitor within Kyklos. I notice something on the table, an envelope. It's unmarked, except for a single phrase scrawled in bold letters. Echoes of Erebus. "Erebus," I whisper to myself. He's referencing the Greek god of chaos and darkness.

His expression had grown darker with every tremor beneath the mountain. Not angry. Resigned. Below the chamber— the throne pulsed again. Silver light spread violently across the floor, illuminating the underground chamber in waves. Kael stepped protectively closer to Althea. “I really need ancient magical disasters to stop escalating every five minutes.” Normally she might have answered. But right now— she could barely breathe. The name still echoed inside her head. House of Elyrion. Not mythology. Not legend. Her blood. Elyria watched her silently from beside the throne.