Epic Polyphemus Novels & Stories

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

With the wards in place, it refocused everything back on me. Then they gave me a tonic to help me sleep. That backfired, too. Instead of easing the visions, it trapped me inside them. Nine full hours of hellscape. Nine hours of being stuck, screaming silently as I was forced to witness everything. That earned the witches a punishment no mortal could have survived. It was Persephone who suggested we call Epiales, god of nightmares. Since Ayish’s visions only reach me during sleep, Epiales could manipulate them—redirect them, dull them, delay them. He couldn’t stop them entirely, but he could take the edge off.

The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi” “Morpheus is one of the Oneroi, the winged sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Pasithea, the goddess of rest and relaxation. The Oneroi are triplets responsible for all aspects of the dream realm. There is Icelus, god of nightmares, Phantasus, god of illusional dreams, and Morpheus. Morpheus is the god of dreams and is the only one of the three Oneroi who is able to see and influence the dreams of kings, heros and other gods. He is also the dream messenger of the gods and appeared in the dreams of many kings to warn them of an upcoming tragedy.”

Cia, she is the daughter of Hecate and she is a pure-blood because she came straight from Naitura. Ive picked up the green grape on the counter, chewed and swallowed it dramatically. "I'm busy. But, I think this is an important thing. That's why I took the time to come. Apparently, just discussing the prophecy." Poseidon wanted to drown the arrogant boy in front of him. "Do you want to visit the Mariana Trench?" Ive choked. It's not an invitation to travel. But the sea god wanted to kill Ive on purpose. "Does Uncle know that Percy and I are good friends? Should I tell him this, so he will be even more reluctant to acknowledge you as his father?"

Famallumi glanced back up at the Warrior. "The Warrior, Mephalus, allowed the power and magic of the sword to usurp his will. He became greedy and hungry for more power and thus corrupt. He set out to conquer an Irish water town, subjugating its citizens. In the end, the Sidhe Warrior Masters united to destroy him before he overthrew the town. Mephalus died in a massive fire that consumed him, a fire caused by the very townspeople he tried to conquer."

It was like a powerhouse to me as I felt like a god in this state. This is the Pack's Ephesus, what could the Gamma of Nightshade Pack be looking for in the Pack's Ephesus? My memory flashed back to the time when madam kalliope told me about the secrets of the Crescent Pack and how the Pack's biggest lifesource, the two fishes which dwells in the Pack's Ephesus should not be tampered with, of not it could cause a major setback for the pack. I looked up at the sky and noticed that the round full moon was already out, this would enable Lucius and the other warriors to have an upper hand against the Nightshades as the moon goddess always looks down on us at this time and her blessings are sure

The poultice held strong, but it was only a small island in a vast sea of darkness. From the mill’s doorway came the monstrous shape from their vision. More than a wolf, it was a terrible mix of wolf and something older, shifting with too many legs and many eyes glowing crimson with the Blood Moon’s light. Inside its clear body pulsed a dark seed, the first piece of the Scourge here, now grown into a god. It ignored the puppets, and it also ignored Gregor, but its many eyes locked on Liora. It spoke, voices like grinding stones and breaking bones. “SERELAI. THE LINE ENDS. THE MOON HUNTS. AND IT IS HUNGRY.”

Their powers seemed superior to the great soldiers combined and Dionysus got a decent idea of who might be. “Should I be worried about him? Persephone will get mad at me if I don't, though.” He mulled over his choice for a moment. “Hmm… I can’t choose.” BARK! His wine hounds returned with victory and barked loudly to commemorate it. A mischievous smile curved up. “Well, not my problem. He will do just fine. He is the Father of the Night. He can go through anything.” But then, as if he jinxed it, the darkness that surrounded the place suddenly glitched. Suddenly, some part of the HQ territory flickered and brightened.

He never thought that maybe, just maybe the gods kept away because they needed the Calibaans to find their strength. After many years spent on consecutive pleadings made by Isi Ala. He met Ngwal Apata, the God of the Rock. He was the most aggressive of all the gods and was never worshipped by the earthen because of his unfriendly attitude. His feet and hands were rocky but his face was like that of the glowing moon. He rarely laughed or smiled and has no friends either. Seeing that no gods came to the Calibaan's rescue, he decided to usurp the opportunity.