Gay Greek God Novels & Stories

He surely was not less than any Greek god. Why not? His name was even Hades, the Greek god of wealth and underworld. But with that, what other god’s ability did he absorb? Apollo? The god of sun, healing and poetry as well talent? Talent, which he surely had. A beautiful and worthy one. Adonis? The god of remarkable beauty, favourite of Aphrodite? Well, never forget his father was indeed a real Adonis whose beauty was inherited by him except for the dark eyes he did not get from him.

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

The unnatural light that used to cling to her skin when moonlight touched her. The way she always avoided questions about herself. Freya looked at him carefully. “Eros…” But he barely heard her. Aethon stepped closer. “She was not human. She was not wolf. She was not mortal at all.” His voice lowered. “She was a goddess meant to be worshipped.” The chamber fell silent. Completely silent. Eros stared at him without speaking. And then Aethon delivered the final blow quietly enough to destroy the entire room. “And because she chose you… today she is forgotten.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

And killed by Theseus. 24. Satyr Satyrs were originally seen as companions of the god's goats in ancient Greek society. The first picture of satyrs is that of a normal male, although it is often seen with an erect penis. Then combined with Roman mythology which began to be described as half human (top) and half goat (bottom). Satyrs are described as mischievous, destructive and dangerous creatures, shy and cowardly. In the past they were often depicted as having horns on their heads, and the young ones seemed to have many problems.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

He is wearing white flowy robes similar to what the moon goddess wears. “My child, this is Zeus, my mate.” “It’s nice to meet you.” Sonya says. “The pleasure is all mine. All us gods are extremely happy with you and everything you have done for us. We want to give you something in return.” Sonya looks at the moon goddess and then back to Zeus. “What could you possibly give me?” “Peace of mind. We are going to put an end to Hades’s army and let you leave in peace with the man you love.”