Fiction About Greek Mythology の小説・ストーリー

“Can I have my library book back?” I looked under the shelf and tensed when I spotted The Legend of Lycaon gleaming in the shadows like some ancient relic waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, held it out, and gestured toward it. “Why do you want this?” This was not just any book. This was a Greek mythology text about the first lycan. Clara drew in a sharp breath and chewed the inside of her lip, meeting my eyes for only a second before looking away as if she feared my reaction. “Because I do …”

The Dryad character from Greek mythology appears in the fantasy story The Chronicles of Narnia as a female spirit that comes from trees. 17. Ogre Ogre is usually described as a giant, evil and a monster. We usually encounter stories about Ogres in fairy tales and folklore. If in the art world the Ogre is depicted with a large head, long hair and beard, greedy, and has a strong body. And in the story they often annoy humans. 18. Samael

"Trace the exact maternal lineage of the Ethiopian King." "Write a 500-word theological breakdown of the Primordial Chaos." All around me, the elite Awakeners of Class 1 are scribbling furiously, treating this like basic kindergarten math. I, meanwhile, am staring at a violently blank screen. My entire knowledge of Western mythology comes strictly from Marvel movies, Disney cartoons, and unhinged internet memes. If he asks me about Thor's abs or Hades's sassy flaming hair, I'm covered. But the messy, obscure family trees of ancient Greek deities? Not a chance.

I ask as I carefully lift the cover. “No. All I was told was to give it to you. I think it’s about mythology. Or maybe it’s that one Greek novel. The famous one with Homer and the dog that remembered him years later.” “The Odyssey.” “Yeah, that one. I read it in school, though I don’t remember it being that long.” She takes another drink of coffee. “I thought maybe you were Greek or something.” “Nope. I’ve never even been to Greece.” “That’s weird then.” She shrugs, finishes her coffee, and uses the bathroom before she takes off. “See ya later,” she says.

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

Lilith whispered, “Wasn't that the name of a goddess, the one of forgetfulness?” “Yes, that's correct... You know one and two things about Greek mythology?” “Yes— my mother, Catherine... She and my dad, well— you know what I mean, they would tell me mini-stories about Gods and Goddesses, but I guess they are no longer stories... Or myths, because now they are my only hope of surviving the supernatural,” “Is there any part in those little stories that explain how we get across at nights?” I intervened, “What do you mean, they are just a bunch of souls who don't remember themselves, it doesn't seem that complicated to me,” Lilith shrugged her shoulders,

I said and gulped while there was a slight pause after that. “Werewolves?” She asked and chuckled. “You are into fiction, supernatural stuff?” She asked me. “No, no, not at all… Actually I got an assignment on Greek myths and my topic is about werewolves, so that’s why…” I said to her. “Okay, no problem. Let me check that book first so that I can see if you’ll find it there. Was there any other thing written on it?” She asked me. “Ah no…” I began to think for a while and then added, “But yeah it was very old and torn from some areas and it had a brown cover…”

She was fascinated by the way that different cultures had woven tales of love into the night sky. "And then there's the story of Orion and Scorpio," Eddie said, pointing to two constellations on opposite sides of the sky. "According to Greek mythology, Orion was a great hunter who boasted that he could kill any animal on earth. This angered the goddess Gaia, who sent a giant scorpion to kill him."

Hated how her parents sat at the table with their eyes down, avoiding her gaze, as though if they didn’t speak of Cerebus, maybe he’d vanish from their lives. But Ellie couldn’t let him vanish. She flipped open another book, tracing a trembling finger over a woodcut illustration. The Chimera, fangs bared, claws dripping with ink. The caption beneath: Slain only by the hand of gods and guardians. Her heart raced. She grabbed the printout of a recent archaeological report — a cave unearthed on Crete, just weeks ago. Symbols lined the walls, spirals and runes identical to the ones etched in her mythology texts.

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.