Fiction Books About Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

They held the secrets of a person's soul, or so I liked to think. Horrors, mysteries, war stories… a menagerie of genres. Viktor's taste? Or one of the others? My fingers brushed over leather-bound spines, the lettering faded with age. Mythology and Cryptozoology. Lycanthropy. Intriguing. I settled on the couch, the leather cool under me.

Second bookcase, two shelves down, with a green cover, the words are jumbled up with the rest of my memories. Lycanthrope Mythology, the book cover reads in a delicate calligraphy. Quickly, I take it and return to the living room. The book looks to be decades old, definitely passed down through generations. Now that I think about it, almost all the books in Sebastian's office seem to be aged and fragile.

He was the one with the power to command fire. “Sigh. Ogre is not going to like this. I must finish this myself.” Professor Huckleberry sighed in annoyance. Then he picked up the book he was reading to return to it. If Kylie had seen the cover page, she would have been stunned. For the book Professor Huckleberry was one that she was familiar with. At least, she was familiar with its first volume. It was the book that had told her the legends of the archangels and their war in heaven. For the cover page read…

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.

Jorfit smiles and nods his head as a greeting the second we stop by the side table, around which as a whole we structure a circle; I half-smile back at him, but just out of politeness, and glance at the Fear Specialists book and the seven duplicates lying on the glass table. "My mom's book club usually has more wine," Linda says, her eyes on the books. — Well, most likely, they will not read books that cause brutal fantasies, says Sasha. I sit down to show my consent with her. — That is the reason why Greece is here, says Angel . My eyes travel to the coyote and I keep wondering if it would be unseemly for me to get any information about his experience with dreams triggered by Valack 's book

Zoey shouted and pressed for the ground floor button. "What? Now I'm a cheater? Great!" "Don't shout at me!" "Don't shout at me, too! You're hurting my feelings!" "Cheaters don't have feelings!" Dionysus looked like he was about to give up. "For fuck's sake! I just thought of that name because I fancy Greek mythology so much, alright? I'm a bookworm and I always loved to read books about Greek gods and goddesses. Please, will you believe me?" Zoey remained silent. "Hey. If you want proof, we can go to the library now. It's on the second floor, beside my workroom here."

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.

A good place to read and study. After placing my things on the seat, I make my way straight to the mythology section of the library. In this part of the place, you could see different kinds of myths; Greek, Norse, Asian and more. Upon scanning the title of the displayed books, my eyes were caught by a familiar author, Priam. I hurriedly extend my hand to reach for the book, but another hand grab onto it first. I turned my head to the direction of the owner of that hand, it was a man just a little bit inches taller than me.