Georgian Mythology Novels & Stories

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

Ignoring that fact, she began, “Lykaon pissed Zeus off. Zeus sought revenge in his usual brute way by killing all of Lykaon’s sons but one, and turning Lykaon into a wolf. Nyktimos was Lykaon’s youngest son and had been saved from Zeus’s wrath by Gaia, who hid him in the river. She should have been smart enough to hide him from Lykaon, who was now bitter and still irritated at having lost his reign as king of Arcadia and was now relegated to walking around on all fours howling at the moon.” Elaina paused when she noticed how intently he was staring at her and noticed the quick warmth spreading throughout her body as a result.

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.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

That was how it was created. "Who is that?" Lisa and the others were now aware of where the giant flying beast came from, however, they were from the nether realm and had no idea who Zeus was. Chase had no choice but to explain the story of Zeus to them. After he was done, Lisa and Willow were stunned. Myths of the God of Creation were not limited to the more familiar 12 Primal Treasures, Demon Saints, ancient divine clans, or other strange races, there were also titans, the Almighty God, and other strange divine clans that might not care about humanity.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

In addition to her parents, Persephone had one full sibling, a minor deity named Iacchus, and a myriad of half-siblings from both her mother and father. Zagreus, or “Great Hunter,” was the god of Orphic Mysteries. His birth was the result of a tryst between the goddess Persephone and Zeus when the god disguised himself as a serpent and seduced the Queen of the Underworld. Once he was born, Zeus placed Zagreus on the throne of heaven and gave the child his lightning bolts, unknowing that the Titanes would trick and dismember the boy once Hera poisoned their minds against him. Zeus saved the child’s heart and made it into a potion that Semele drank, thereby conceiving Dionysos.

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

"Trace the exact maternal lineage of the Ethiopian King." "Write a 500-word theological breakdown of the Primordial Chaos." All around me, the elite Awakeners of Class 1 are scribbling furiously, treating this like basic kindergarten math. I, meanwhile, am staring at a violently blank screen. My entire knowledge of Western mythology comes strictly from Marvel movies, Disney cartoons, and unhinged internet memes. If he asks me about Thor's abs or Hades's sassy flaming hair, I'm covered. But the messy, obscure family trees of ancient Greek deities? Not a chance.

“Your friend drugged you and you thought it was funny?” So, I wasn’t the only one that needed therapy. Why did I find that comforting? Man, what was that saying again? Oh, right. Misery loves company. “Hemlock is the god of poison. It’s what he does.” He said in lieu of explanation. “Mm, right. We’ll circle back around to that later. Who is Aranea?” Azrael’s sloped nose wrinkled. “Goddess of arachnids, and before you say anything about her, she has spies everywhere. I speak from experience when I say you do not want to be on her bad side.”