Funny Greek Gods Novels & Stories

Honestly, none of this is going to plan, so it could go either way. Anyway… what’s so funny is that this is where the proverbial pen is mightier than the actual sword. If there’s one thing I learned from all the tales about Greek mythology I read while I was bedridden, it’s that Ares hates to be ridiculed. He’s a hothead and easily goaded. I don’t think he’s all that smart either. Just strong and fearless... Is being dumb the same as being fearless? I don’t know. Something to think about if I survive this, I guess?

That was Frank the monster’s thing. “We don’t even need to watch videos, Ian already showed me how to do it. You just press down on this trigger thingy, point at the area you want to paint and voila! It’s done.” She patiently explained how the whole contraption worked, up until the point of how to get paint into the eqiupment, but I didn’t hear a single word. I nodded in all the right places, at least I thought it was in the right places, but my mind was brimming over with questions. What was Kyros? It had introduced itself as a god. The fire god to be specific. Admittedly, my greek mythology was terrible, seeing as all I knew about it was from the few comics I read and the Thor movie I watc

Greek god approaching us. The expression on his face seemed rather stoic now rather than intrigued and aroused, as it had been earlier. I couldn't help the smirk creeping up my face. "I'm talking to you sexy." The man slurred again, this time snaking his hand around my bottom. Before I could protest, his hand was yanked off. "Go home to your wife and kids, stronzo." Mr. Greek god told the asshole off before I could. He's here, I smiled to myself, how did he get even sexier in less than five minutes? Without any protection, the jerk scrambled off. I didn't expect him to leave that easily.

he drawled calmly. "That was Poseidon, god of the seas. Everyone knows that he is a jolly good fellow, always partying and dining but is very greedy with his treasures. But Hades, is sensitive, depressed, and irritable. Very short-tempered and quick to lash out," she countered. "There were other gods besides Poseidon," he said frowning at her obvious neglect of his accomplishments. "Yes, I know, there was Aeolus, god of the wind. Demeter, goddess of the harvest and seasons. Apollos, god of light, prophecy, healing, and plague," she listed them out.

“I still don’t know who you are!” “Yes, you do,” he insisted. “You know my name.” “Dikaios,” I repeated, getting frustrated now. “But the God of justice was--- Is? A woman! Dike, the Goddess of Justice!” “Ah, my beloved sister,” he grinned and choked; a cold and bitter laugh meaning there was little love lost between him and his blood relative. So he didn’t have a lot of good relationships with a lot of the other gods? What did that say about him?

Hera smiles sweetly as she watches the screen in anticipation. In a moment Zeus began his charade and his magic power got blocked by an abomination. “Ahhh Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! Serve you right old man! Let’s try playing with that abomination for a change!” Hera let out a string of satisfied laughter as she happily watched her husband's plight. Seeing their mother's antics, both Mars and Athena smile bitterly. It seems that their mother was a match for their father in viciousness. “That’s it! foreign god punched that old man more! Teach him to not only think with his lower head! Stomp him to the ground! That’s it!!” Hera began to cheer loudly as if she had seen her favorite boxer mercilessly curb-s

Abbadon is currently in front of the three main gods while around him are other powerful and old gods and goddesses who were disturbed because of the mess he has made, again! "What? What did I even do again? Why am I being scolded for bringing this interesting soul back to me after I finished my stroll when Tima wasn't even scolded after bringing an alive person here?" Abbadon replied calmly, however, in a satirical tone that made almost every god and goddess who disliked him clenched their fists or gritted their teeth in order to control their anger. Aengus, the god of the underworld, stepped up while his hands were busy playing with his long, brown hair.

“The one?! You refer to my son as if he isn't part of your family.” Hera rolled her eyes at Aphrodite when she raised her voice. “What family deprives joy in hurting another? You know your sadistic son got his wicked traits from his father.” “Don't you dare speak of my son that way.” “Quiet! Both of you! Any more words from you and I'll have you sent further to an abyss till you've learnt your lessons.” Zeus chafed. The ivy wreath wearing god mocked, “So, your plan is to pitch them against Hades? Or Cronos your father, perhaps?”

"How can one relax in the presence of a god?" The male shrugged, now raising a goblet to his lips. "Beats me. I was born god after all." Loukas ignored the sarcasm in his voice, trying to find a way to beat the potency of whatever he had done in the water but gave up after a while. "Finally," Dionysus said with a roll of his eyes, returning the goblet back on the edge. "You mortals can be so stubborn, and for no reason, which is ever quite confusing."

- The deep voice sounded in my ear and I jumped a little. I turned quickly to face the Greek god. He had a mischievous smile on his lips. His eyes were deep blue and even more intense up close. I couldn't think of a plausible answer to give him. - I confess I'm impressed. Women usually run to me, not the other way around. - He gave a smug smile and his cheeky gaze traveled down my body.