Greek God Of Deception Novels & Stories

“That actually might be a better idea.” “Who is that?” Caleb asked. “Achilles was a hero in the Trojan War, but now he works for Hades in Tartarus.” I answered since I realized there was a lot about the Gods that Caleb didn’t know. When I looked into my connection with the Gods, most of it had been after Caleb disappeared. I made a mental note to discuss the history of the Greek Gods with Caleb when we weren’t trying to escape death. “If he is working for Hades, what makes you think he will go against Hades and help us take the Scepter?” Caleb’s brow furrowed.

Hecate was not just any name. In Greek mythology, she was the goddess of death. Why would Logan take a potion with the name of the goddess of death? I watched Morgana mix it with a little water. Could it be poison, isn't it? — Logan, why is this named Hecate, the Greek goddess of death? — Do you know who she is? This is really impressive. I could see Logan looking at me, and he didn't seem very eager to answer my question, probably because he knew I wouldn't accept his decision so easily.

“According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.” A smile crawled into Lex’s lips. “Actually, it does.” “How, if I may ask.” Bob folded his arms indignantly. “Yes; maybe G****e thinks Hades had one son – or none at all, but that’s not a reliable source, is it?” “You just said ‘G****e’ isn’t reliable.” Byron chipped in. “For once I have to agree with the kid. You just said G****e, the most reliable source of information on the web, the

I look down at the book and start reading about this forbidden god. — The forbidden god, like many other gods, had many names. Many knew him as Hades, many knew him as the brother of Zeus, but he always represented the worship of the moon and the changes it can bring. He represents the darkness in the corners of the earth, the darkness that is always treated as evil when it is just misunderstood. The forbidden god has already been exiled for his many, many crimes. I pause at that point and look up. "What crimes has he committed?"

"Not all beings between realms are as helpful as I am. Some are drawn to wandering souls, seeking to consume or trap them. Keep moving, Alessia." A chill ran down her spine, but she nodded again, determined to proceed. "Rule three," he said, his voice regaining its edge, "You cannot reveal your identity or the truth of your situation to any living soul, not even the one whose spirit is intertwined with yours. Doing so could alter their fate—and yours—with catastrophic consequences." "Not even them?" Alessia asked, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "Not even them," the Time Keeper confirmed coldly. "Your path back must remain unknown to others. Trust the bracelet to guide you."

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I can feel my anxiety starting to rise. "Calm down, Sophia... Breathe." Alex said, and we got into the elevator, I started to walk from one side to the other, until I felt Alex hold me and look at me. "The Gods exist, Selene is the Goddess of the Moon and the one we pray to... The other Gods also exist, they've all changed names, you can call them Zeus or Ra... The point is what they're made of, not what you call them." "That's it... Ah, I'm definitely going to hell..." I said, already seeing the sins I had committed.

Lux My body went cold at the mention of his name. His scent isn’t here though, but maybe things like that change in the spirit world. But he’s the last person I want to be around. If Rion’s words were true then why would I be in front of Apollo. I try not to stutter as I ask< “Wh…what’s your name?” He chuckles before answering me, “Apollo or Apollon whatever you prefer. I’m the god of prophecy and oracles and music, song, and poetry. Of archery, healing, plague, and disease, and the protection of young!”

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.