Goliath Mythology Novels & Stories

Athelstan said, crossing his arms to the chest. The priests of the sea cult Geholm were the category that most hated. Men who said and swore to serve the gods, to speak for them to bring every human being to peace after death, but who in reality did nothing but live behind the crown and spend all the offerings of citizens and lords on alcohol and whores.

He pants and growls in anger. Obsidian is used similar to silver for wolves and gold for Gods and Goddesses. It renders us powerless. The chants become louder as they crescendo and I feel a presence to the left of me. I turn my head and see a hooded figure moving closer. My eyes dart towards the dagger in its hand. It’s gold with a sapphire at the hilt. My eyes widen when I look back and see the face I never thought I would see here, doing this to me and her mate. Xena!

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.

"Tell me." His breath is on my neck now. Hot. Irritated. "Recite it." "Flower of fire, from sky-touched peaks, Traded by sea's lost kin, its power speaks. Melts earth's bones, madness to the weak, Giants of Gilgamesh alone may seek. In salt caves, Atlantis' secrets sleep." His eyes narrow. "Giants?" "It means nothing to me," I say, lying. "Just a myth, some metaphor." My father's obsession with orichalcum hints at something deeper, something to do with the importance of blood. But what could it be? I could not let Raffaele find out first.

After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Moirai, who are more commonly known as The Fates. It never came to be because someone killed Agrios during the war. “Okay. I will look into the definition side, you look further into the mythology side. Look for any covens or witch subcultures that somehow identify with the Gigante or maybe even the Fates.,” I write some notes on my notepad, “Bronx has restricted the fifth floor today, so no getting into his library.” “I can make do, Beta. Mind if I sit at the c

Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life. Then the happy Hoder invited all the Aesir to Idovall, the great central plain of Asgard. But great were the astonishment and disappointment of the gods when Hoder introduced the new Baldur. Several Aesir spoke of affront and disrespect to Baldur's memory, because the new Baldur was hideous and hunchbacked. Frigg and Odin's hearts were further hurt, and the latter condemned Hoder to exile, by promising him that his next born brother would come to claim justice for Baldur. However, Mimir the "god of remembrance", Vidar the "god of revenge", Bragi the "god of poetry and the arts" and Thor the "god of lightning and war

Katcha raises an eyebrow at him in anticipation, "But...?" "I can't..." Katcha mentally sighs, coming to terms that this man really can't form a coherent sentence to save his life. Crossing both her arms and legs, she leans back into the couch and looks at Goldie more seriously. "Listen, You may not remember anything, but you must know that there are good and bad people in this world. " Katcha begins, "The good people will be here to help you. They won't yell or hurt you. The bad people will use you to hurt other people and even yourself. Leonardo is one of the bad ones. "

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.”

"Rhea managed to save the youngest, Zeus, by hiding him away on the island of Crete, fed Kronos a stone wrapped in the swaddling clothes of an infant. The god grew up, forced Kronos to disgorge his swallowed offspring, and led the Olympians in a ten-year war against the Titans, before driving them defeated into the pit, of what we call hell. Do you know what it's called?" I asked Mac and he nodded. "Yes, the pit of silence and I don't give a fuck about Greek Myth." He whined and I laughed softly. "Tartarus. It's where all Mythological monsters and beings go after being destroyed, Except for gods, who fade away if they lose too many supporters and prayers. I don't want you to fail the rest to

Great and eternal Mohven. Judging by the slow, deliberate pace Thora was singing, Kronos could tell she was singing her War Ballad. He quickly moved away so she could continue to privacy. War Ballads were sacred to those from the Giant tribes. Their warriors would sing them before they faced certain death. It was seen as highly disrespectful for giants of the same tribe to listen to another’s War Ballad. If an outsider had a death wish, an excellent way to fulfill it was to linger and listen to a War Ballad. While Kronos had no love for Thora, he held respect for the traditions of the Augar Giant Tribe.