Gods In The Iliad Novels & Stories

The cover reads 'Legend of the gods. Curiously, I flipped open the first page while still standing at the top of the ladder and I read. 'long ago, before any being was created on earth, the three powerful gods rule the earth. There was the sun god Helios; creator of light and master of the day. Selene the moon goddess who created the moon. Mistress of the night and Mother of all living creatures in the world. She created the supernatural creatures and also the humans. Then last of all is Khaos, known as the legendary beast. He was the least of all gods and the moon goddess put him in charge of taking care of her children on earth so there would be peace among all. The moon goddess gave him a

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

She said rolling her eyes at me. ----- A long time ago, gods and mortals walked the world together, transversing and interacting without limitations of any kind. And I am not just talking about Greek gods, I mean all the gods. From Norse mythology to Japanese lore, every single god known and forgotten. You are probably wondering how this was possible seeing as gods are prideful and arrogant entities, though not all of them. Well, they didn't always get along. There were always scuffles for territory, worshipers, and intermarital affairs. But there were also periods of peace where gods from different lores worked together in harmony, sometimes creating special artifacts that held immense powe

He stood and turned to face the assembled gods, his voice ringing with new purpose. "I decree from this day forward that every god and goddess of Olympus will spend time among mortals – not as rulers or judges, but as learners and teachers, as friends and companions. We will work their fields, share their meals, learn their ways, and in return, we will share with them our wisdom, our protection, and our love. Let us build a bridge between our world and theirs, not with power or magic, but with understanding and respect." A cheer rose from the assembled gods then – not the roar of warriors celebrating victory, but the warm sound of beings who had been given new purpose and hope. Athena steppe

all eight of them; Poseidon god of the sea, sat with his golden trident and crown, very intimidating with all his godly build and huge blue tail. Athena goddess of wisdom and battle strategy sat next to Poseidon , ever so proud of her hair and white robes with a warrior's head gear to adorn it, spear in hand. Ares god of war, Athena's male counterpart sat next to her, adorned in silver armor and a blade that was a little too sharp. Hephaestus god of metalworks and fire, a personality that rarely was at the hall, was sat beside Ares. His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling.

Blue asked, curious. "The Nilela are the ones who created the gods, Zeus, Ares, Athena etc and I believe Ruthless is a descendant of Nilela."

They gave the city a really nice glow. "There were three gods" He started, "Hapoda, god of witches, she was the only female. Valarus, god of vampires, and Eridal, the god of werewolves. To create neutrality of power among the three god, there was Alocaus, god of the three gods. You understand what I'm saying right?" He turned to look at me. I nodded a yes even though I didn't understand a thing. Even if you explain this a hundred times, I don't think I'll understand so let's just move on to the important part. "Do you remember anything now?" He looked at me with suspicious eyes.

The information I got was so fascinating. I chose books to study on all the deities worshiped in this world. After witnessing the Sun Festival and Rubiel Festival a few months ago, I became interested in other gods. It turned out that the world has and believed in twelve gods, including God Lillio and Goddess Lunaris. They were known as the Twelve Holy Gods, led by the Gods of Glory, Inggra.

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

“That’s reductive but essentially correct. The gods cannot physically manifest in our realm. They require Vessels to experience the physical world. When you engage in sacred union, they experience sensation through you. In exchange, they grant power.” “Which three picked me?” “Kael, God of War. Lysander, God of Pleasure. And Morven, God of Death.” He gestures toward three statues along the temple wall. Kael is carved mid-battle, all muscle and violence frozen in stone. Lysander reclines in sensual repose like he’s waiting for someone to feed him grapes. Morven sits on a throne made of bones with an expression that suggests he’s been waiting for something specific for about a thousand years.