Eurynome Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

One moment his friend is sitting like a rag on the floor, the next thing she’s fixing her hair and glamming herself. “Pack house. There’s dinner for the visiting packs. Erm… Alpha Hunter might be there,” Irene answered without looking at him. “And so will be Yvette. Will you be fine?” Theo asked her. Irene sighed. “As you said, they haven’t marked each other yet. If I won’t fight for what should be mine, what would become of me, Theo? The moon goddess’ daughter who’s mateless?” she sounded frustrated. Theo gave her a sad smile.

Kas squeals and stands up, preventing Bronx from taking another dig at me. “Menae? Hmm. I saw something about that in a more recent book. Let me go get it.” Reggie looks at the page in Kas’s book then gets a book he was looking at. “The Menae are fifty children of the Moon Goddess and the human king Endymion. Modern times say they represent the fifty months of the four-year Olympiad cycle.”

he groaned to himself, "you surely know how to damn the gods." At once, the king sent golden-winged Iris on a search for Demeter. She obeyed the dark-clouded Son of Cronus and sped off with swift feet across space between worlds. But Iris returned empty-handed with no news of where Demeter was at. Zeus sent out Hermes next, then Apollo and Artemis; even Athena also joined the search.

“What is your name?” “Helena. Are you a singer?” The woman laughed. “A singer? Well, if that is what you call a poor woman who sings eulogies to people for a few scraps of coins then yes I’m a singer.” She cocked her head to the side and said, “Helena. What a beautiful name, right brothers?” The men nodded. Inga chuckled and sidled closer to Helena. “Do you know that of all the gods the only one who no one has claimed to see is the supreme god Demeus? Many have seen Oya, Torlan and many others but none have claimed to see Demeus.”

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.

Ares said to her daughter, "but did you know that Ares, Selene, and Zeus are gods and goddesses in Greek mythology?" She smiled when she noticed Astraea's interest in Greek mythology. It was because she sat in front of Ares while in an Indian seat. "Your Aunt Selene is the goddess of the Moon, while your Uncle Ares is the god of war, and your Daddy Zeus is the god of the sky. That's why I really thought your name was connected to your daddy, " Ares said while looking at Astraea. She got it now, so Zues is the god of the sky, and stars are in the sky, and Astraea is often referred to as the "star goddess", so Ares thought that.

Eician risked a peek up at him only to get caught by bright gold eyes observing him. “I feel like it would be rude to swear by an omega god’s name,” Trace quipped, and Eician nodded at him, feeling oddly shy and flustered after Dyllen’s gaze. “I- it is,” he confirmed. “Orun i- isn’t just the alpha god. He’s the g- god of war, honour, strength, and the like. Amrin the omega is the deity of family, health, and home. T- that’s why it’s rude to use Amrin’s name to swear.”

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.