Greek God Books Fiction Novels & Stories

A good place to read and study. After placing my things on the seat, I make my way straight to the mythology section of the library. In this part of the place, you could see different kinds of myths; Greek, Norse, Asian and more. Upon scanning the title of the displayed books, my eyes were caught by a familiar author, Priam. I hurriedly extend my hand to reach for the book, but another hand grab onto it first. I turned my head to the direction of the owner of that hand, it was a man just a little bit inches taller than me.

“You cannot treat a child in such a manner; she is not a pet, Hades. She is your niece. Family. Have you no shame?” Elika allowed a slight smile to slither across her lips, impressed that the goddess would stand up to one of the great forces of this realm for someone she did not know. For her. This meant something to the young immortal as she laid on the stone ground, kindness a difficult thing to come across in the dark worlds of the universe. She knew then that the goddess was a spark, someone that she needed to help, and in return, ask her for loyalty. But first, she herself had to escape the clutches of the king of hell. Hades snarled, turning towards the woman he had forced to marry him

Ken asked, equally interested after hearing that Jeremy belongs to the literature department. Jeremy caressed the book and involuntarily smiled. "Simply put.." Jeremy began. "It's a representation of Greek mythology, Latin Folklore and further afield legends in a way—enjoyable to read." Ken shook his head as if understanding what Jeremy said but then wrinkled his brows. "Mythology?" Monroe pushed Ken's elbow which was rubbing against her chest and interrupted. "Is it in your curriculum? Or just a reference reading?" "I am reading it out of sheer curiosity." Jeremy flapped the pages of the book. "In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of t

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.

She preyed open his hands and turned around but was blown away by his well scruptured face that looked like a Greek god. 'you f*cking slept with a Greek god Kendall,way to go girllllllll.' her subconscious mind praised her. "Oh enough with the act already and don't even think about running away. " He glared at her and Kendall felt like a bucket of cold had been poured on her. "Why are you here?" There was no point feigning ignorance anyway. 'not that I can actually ignore him though.'she mentally rolled my eyes. "Why did you run away." He asked with a raspy voice and Kendall instinctively take a step back while he also moved closer till she'd nowhere to run and he caged her in-between his ha

I asked genuinely curious in what she would say. She looked at me with a wry smile. "I assume that you were tricked by the way you are looking. Autumn is a tier 4 Goddess of seduction while Angel is a tier one Goddess of manipulation." She stated with a look of amusement. She walked forward and went through the books before pulling out a gold book. "This will tell you everything about everyone so that you will know what type of God everyone is and what they are good at." She exclaimed as she set the book on the bed.

“Can I have my library book back?” I looked under the shelf and tensed when I spotted The Legend of Lycaon gleaming in the shadows like some ancient relic waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, held it out, and gestured toward it. “Why do you want this?” This was not just any book. This was a Greek mythology text about the first lycan. Clara drew in a sharp breath and chewed the inside of her lip, meeting my eyes for only a second before looking away as if she feared my reaction. “Because I do …”

She looked from the left to the right and saw that she had their attention. “My father wrote that, when the ten sovereigns were created, the top three were created with their very own personal limits in the form of the three books, the book of Enoch, the Necronomicon and the Pandora, in each of these books were weaknesses of how to defeat God, Ymir and Azathoth should they start to rebel. God, after getting his own faction, created a scripture basing on the Book of Enoch but he contradicted the book and wrote the first scripture, the Bible which is by far the most well known.”

“Didn’t you just win that reading badge last week?” That earned a small grin. “Yeah. For reading the longest book in the class.” Willow’s eyes lit. “That’s amazing! What book?” Andrea hesitated. “It was... a Greek mythology one. It's about Alcestis, the wife of Admetus.” The way she pronounced ‘Alcestis’ was so prideful. I could never pronounce that on a first trial.

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t written the dates, I would have thought that he had been there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu