Gay Greek God Novels & Stories

He looked like what I would imagine a Greek god looked like… sexy and sinful. “Done ogling me?” He asked, his voice washing over me like waves at a beach. “I am sorry… I…” I sputtered, glancing away. “You blush beautifully” He commented. I reddened some more, not knowing if he was mocking or complimenting me. Why was I suddenly feeling hot? The alcohol… yes, it had to be. “Georgia, goddess of love.” “What?” I questioned. “The Norse goddess of love and beauty… surely you must know her”

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

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.

Rhea was so glad she wore them as she saw the look, it elicited from the hot Greek god. He didn't wait for her reply as he pressed his lips once again on hers, thrusting his very hard penis against her barely clad form, the only material preventing them from joining was her flimsy panties and his boxers, the friction made her see stars. "God!, that feels so good," she moaned out loud, his mouth had left hers and was latched on to the point where her shoulders met her neck, teasing and sucking and loving. "Not God baby, just Jason," he said.

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

I hear him say. "Do you really have to torment me?" I mutter, leaning back against the wall. Shinee smiles at me playfully, that glint in his eye suggesting he's enjoying my embarrassment. Just to add to it all, colour blooms at my cheeks. I'm sure by now he would have figured, since I'm Aidana, the Moon Goddess who is meant to be the purest being to ever exist...how ironic.

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.

And like that, all the attention was shifted to the Greek god, who had just packed his car. His tall, athletic body, strong jaw, sharp, straight nose, eyebrows so thick, and eyelashes too long for a guy that will make you jealous, graced his gorgeous, smooth face. He simply is an Adonis Greek god. The gods were specifically so patient in carving Aiden. Too bad he's my tormentor and worst nightmare, someone I hate the most. Aiden Steve, the soon to be alpha of our pack, Crescent Moon Pack. He stepped out of his sports car, in swag, and the girls went, running to where he is, trying to get his attention, including the wannabes. Well technically, Bianca Is his supposed girlfriend, which, in my

Zoya said, hugging her. "You're just saying to make me feel better," Ghazal said looking down. "Listen babe. I speak what I see and think and I think you are beautiful and a rare beauty in Desi's. I mean at least I haven't seen a brown girl with pure ginger red hair, you're the first, don't downgrade yourself for mere stereotypical beauty standards." Hadiya said and Zoya nodded her head and started tickling her. Ghazal finally cracked a smile. The girls smiled at each other. Ghazal accepted their offer for her to model for them.