Gay Greek God Novels & Stories

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”

Alcmene’s voice fades into an echo as I try to understand what she is saying. “I don’t understand. Do you mean Zeus? THE Zeus, the Greek god who lives on top of a mountain? Thunderbolts and all that? No way. That’s not possible, those are just stories.” I send up a silent prayer to the goddess that this is some kind of initiation hoax played on everyone by their wolf. Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk.

He smirked, lifting an eyebrow. “Could say the same for you. Why are you shocked a guy isn’t a dickhead?” I shrugged, I didn’t know. Clearly my taste in men had been terrible up until that point. I don’t think I had ever met anybody like Dimitri. Beautiful, funny, caring and powerful. Yum, yum my type.

they all shouted, pointing at me. How ridiculous. I took a deep breath and spoke. "Why would I?" My voice was cold, unwavering. They all gasped, as if my words had deeply offended them. I understood that they loved and respected the Moon Goddess, but they were giving their devotion to the wrong person. "Fool! Bow your head or die! How dare you disrespect the Moon Goddess!" I turned to look at their so-called Moon Goddess. She was already watching me, and I saw it—the pride in her eyes.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

He plunged his tongue into her hole, lifted her feet, and hooked them around his shoulder, drinking her essence. Athena traced every single move he made inside her. It was as if he was trying to rip a chunk off her. He pulled his tongue out, plunging it inside again. Athena gripped his hair, “I can’t take this. Stop,” she yelled. But he did not heed it, “my beautiful fucking goddess,” he smirked. He rolled his tongue in her hole, curling in on her g-spot. Athena gasped her breath and came hard. Azazel slurped on her essence. He got up from between her legs and wiped his face. “Open your eyes, doll,” he commanded her. She did as asked with her heavy-lidded eyes.

Mom chuckled, " of course not. Aquaman is a fictional character" " I beg to differ, he's very real, thank you" This is from Kel. " So, if he's not Aquaman, how does he relate to me liking water?" Is the man an Avatar or something? Maybe he's a water bender? " That's because your dad is Poseidon. He's the Greek god of the sea and other water bodies" My mind is reeling. Thanks to Kel, I knew all about Greek gods, so I know Poseidon is the god of the sea, earthquakes and some other stuff. So he's basically a water bender.

"I am here." I held his gaze. I said: "The founding ground acknowledges the partner. Zane Ashford is witness. His function is structural. His standing is formal. His presence is permanent." I paused. "I, Aria Vale, Chosen of the Moon Goddess, anchor of the founding ground, acknowledge the partner." I held his gaze. "You are not here because of what we are to each other." I paused. "You are here because of who you are." I paused. "There you are."

My hands wrap around his hips, one moving to his ass and pushing a finger inside. “Malakas! (Ancient Greek curse word, similar to fuck!)” Hermes moans. “Get ready, i fotiá mou (my fire).” I moan and that’s all that he needs to let go, spilling himself down my throat.