Greek God Books Fiction Novels & Stories

I asked and he smirked. "I've been doing some studying lately. I found the book in the special collection section of the library" he said and I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You stole a book from a library?" I asked and he shrugged. "Maybe?" "Enzo, why would you do that?" "I found something about gods, godesses and demigods..." "Yeah, it's probably fiction" "No, it's not. Most of the things I found are true. The book was written by a Shaman who'd once entered the underworld"

I ask as I carefully lift the cover. “No. All I was told was to give it to you. I think it’s about mythology. Or maybe it’s that one Greek novel. The famous one with Homer and the dog that remembered him years later.” “The Odyssey.” “Yeah, that one. I read it in school, though I don’t remember it being that long.” She takes another drink of coffee. “I thought maybe you were Greek or something.” “Nope. I’ve never even been to Greece.” “That’s weird then.” She shrugs, finishes her coffee, and uses the bathroom before she takes off. “See ya later,” she says.

You can never be too safe. I then scanned the book shelf looking for the old leather-bound book that contained many of the prophecies for Selene. There were hundreds of books relating to all the different gods. I had read all of them … well, most of them, some of them are very dull like gods turning people into salt?

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

God of thunder I think. And there was Poisedon and Zeus, also Persephone and Apollo! See, I knew more than one greek god. Just don’t ask me the powers any of them are supposed to have. Okay, back to my initial problem. Is kyros part of those ancient greek gods? I have never heard of a god with the ability to possess a person. Only demons did that. And evil spirits. Okay, I needed to do research, a lot of it. For that I would need a laptop or a phone. Oh, shoot. We were running low on cash. The shop still needed a lot of stuff and…

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

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part II) ​The sanctuary doors closed behind Kaelor with a dull thud that echoed through the empty corridor. He did not stop walking. It wasn’t because he lacked the courage to return, but because he feared that if he hesitated for even a single heartbeat, he would turn back. Beneath the heavy folds of his cloak, the infant stirred, letting out a quiet, thin cry that pierced the heavy silence of the heavenly halls. Kaelor glanced down, his chest tightening as tiny, luminous violet eyes met his own.

Or so I think! There's no one in the library so I have to scour the place to find a book about our kind. I search the 'history' section and I find none. However, finding myself in the 'myths' section, I find a book that seems to be the right one which I'm convinced it's speaking about one of the warriors. I open it up and unknowingly to me, I'm not ready for its contents. It talks about the the moon goddess and her mighty warriors. It also talks about the legend and how they're to descend on earth and surprisingly, I land in the first warrior's name: Hera.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said: