Goliath Mythology Novels & Stories

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grand temple square as the imposing figure of King Gaius ascended the flight of stairs. Alcides, though battered and bound, felt a surge of mixed emotions at the sight of Gaius. His eyes widened with a mix of fear, admiration, and curiosity. The legends he had heard in the ludus, the stories passed down through generations, all seemed to converge into the reality standing before him. King Gaius, a figure of mythical proportions, now graced the soil of Thrace.

“I hate smelling him on my mate’s skin. She is mine!” “She is ours, Goliath. Do not forget.” He grunted and then nodded. Goliath was ruthless. Only by becoming stronger than him have I been able to control him all these years. But if the goddesses had granted him another of my brothers, he would turn into an unhinged wolf, rendering him unfit to have a mate or be the heir to the throne. I frowned as Emma’s head rested on her other side, revealing what I hadn’t seen: a mark. “What the fuck…?”

If they just knew. “A thing that really fascinates me is the giants, the Jötnar. How they started as chaos powers, worshipped as gods, to being something bad that the gods had to fight. Today they are all but gone”. I glance at the window, sure Tjalfe will give a new signal if I go too far.

Legend has it that Athena emerged from Lake Gayank—born of its mystical waters—and even as a child, her power was unmatched. Her story intertwined with that of Prince Lucius, a banished royal from Decresh. King Baeon had deemed him weak and unworthy, unable to generate energy like the other royals. Cast out and disgraced, Lucius wandered until he met Athena. She took him under her wing, becoming both his master and his source of power. Athena allowed him to draw energy directly from her, which ultimately linked him to the lake itself. This bond transformed him into a force no one could stand against.

He’d thought that the legend was an exaggeration, thinking her looks would actually just be average. However, looking at her smile in person now, it was extremely charming even without seductive means. “I’m sorry that you had to see that!” Andariel said. “It’s just that I get a bit overwhelmed when I talk about the past.” Only then did Alex and Jade put away their weapons. Jade asked, “Does Gaea… truly exist?” Gaea was just a mythical god that had no connections to their lives to modern society. Andariel was shocked. “Why? Don’t you know her?”

> [BIOMETRIC SCAN: TRENCH-GOLIATH] > Armor Density: High (Calcium Carbonate/Silicate matrix). > Weak Point: The articulation joints beneath the primary cephalothorax. > Tactical Solution: Angular kinetic displacement. > "Nero!" Ren projected, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "Don't try to crush the center mass! The plates overlap downward! Strike the respiratory vents just beneath the jawline! It’s unarmored soft tissue!" Nero didn't question the Up-Worlder. She pivoted, her segmented eyes locking onto the second Goliath as it charged her.

The eyes glinted pure gold, symbolizing the elitism of all his descendants who had continuously ruled the realm until now. As the first Hyborn ever existed during the Age of the Empyreal Gods, the dragons soon worshipped Lord Hylos, proclaiming him as the Volcanic Deity and God of Dragons. It had been known that Hylos had a thousand heads—and that he had the longest, most enormous body among all beasts in this world.

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”

"Taewi, get in position. We'll take Harlow out together!" "He's coming to you, Jax!" Taewi replied. "That Goliath of his is powerful-I had to retreat before he could finish my Veles off!" "How close is he?" I asked. A shadow fell over me, blotting out the railroad tracks below my Crusader's metal feet. "Ah, blast it. I shouldn't have asked." The Goliath hit like a dropped anchor, coming down out of its jump atop my Crusader's flat shoulders. My mech groaned under the crushing weight and the wail of an alarm filled my capsule.

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