Fiction About Greek Mythology の小説・ストーリー

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”

" Well, not everything was burned into ashes... There was a book that the fire couldn't burn. The book is protected by some sort of spells - we tried to reach for the help of witches, but none of them was able to figure how to open it, neither read it. The book is writing in Mycenaean Greek - the most ancient attested form of the Greek language, on the Greek mainland and Crete in Mycenaean Greece (16th to 12th centuries BC)." " Can I have a look at that book?" Asked Chris, and she nodded while looking for the book she was talking about. Somehow it feels wrong to gain someone's trust only to trick him, or kill him in our case. But seeing the thing those people have done to my kind, yet still

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

asked Leon. “How could I know about it! You were the one with mythological knowledge around here," exclaimed Claire. Her knowledge of Greek mythology had all disappeared. Indeed, Claire does not know anything about Greek mythology, everything she knows comes from the previous character Athena. And now Aphrodite's brain was completely empty.

She might be older than Helena because she is her aunt, but with this new look and the old woman disguise thrown away to the drain--Mathilde is one hot woman which led Zac to believe that Solandra was even hotter. His friends would all die in envy if he told them about the women he had met in such a short period of time. The stories of beautiful women in mythologies were not myths at all. At least some parts were true. He had learned now that some Greek writers managed to tweak details of the past. “If it’s not my niece bring me food for peace offering.” “Not happening, aunt Mathilde and he is not food.” “Oh,sad.’’

Alessia's POV I have read the book. It was a typical old storybook that sounded very English and Greek. I cringe a little because what I'm reading sounds like Julius Caesar. It talks about Greek gods, especially Poseidon since Homer's journey travels the seas. I feel like I'm getting a headache reading it because it's a story but the writing is poetic. But I understand because the ancient people were poets. I am too used to reading normal English novels. I just focused my attention on the book because there was nothing else to read there besides this. Even though I'm not used to reading like this, I'm just patient because it makes me sleepy.

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?"

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

I wasn’t sure if that was a biased way of thinking to assume Greek people were obsessed with Greek gods. But I was pretty sure that my mother had been obsessed with Greek mythology all my life. She read stories about them all the time. I wasn’t sure if it was a thing that Greek women and men had but I did know that my mother was very fascinated with them. Milo had been taken from the dungeon and put in a separate room from me. I went there to check on him. He wouldn’t relax. I could hear him shouting from the hallway. He demanded to know where I was, and who had taken me.

Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went. “Do we have to greet him now?” I asked, my stomach tightening with nervousness once again. “We can’t put it off. I can’t risk giving Viktor any extra ammunition against me,” Vasilios replied solemnly. “Arg, your father is probably going to rip my head off for disappearing in the first place,” I sighed and Vasilios put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall and we looked toward the stairs to see the Alpha an