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I asked her and her brows furrowed. "Isn't she that girl from the Greek mythology or something?" she whispered and I nodded. "There are a lot of stories about her. They say she was the first mortal woman. Zeus gave her a jar containing all of the troubles and ills that mankind now knows, and told her not to open it, but she did," I told her and she waited for me to continue. "I think you're like Pandora," I stated and her eyes widened. "You think I bring evil or something?" she exclaimed and I pull her even more, my eyes glinted with mischievousness.

Venus gasped in disbelief. "This is a scandalous affair indeed!" Venus cried. "Who would have expected it from a decent goddess like you! So now that the fine daughter of mine has a girlfriend, tell me her name. Who is it that has tempted my innocent child? Is it one of that crowd of Nymphae, or one of the Horae, the seasons? Or one of the bands of Muses, or my servants, the Graces? Tell me, daughter, who is she?" "Her name is Psyche," the youthful goddess reluctantly replied.

Maura’s jaw dropped and the boys’ eyes widened with shock. "What?!" exclaimed Noah in disbelief. "You’re lying. You’re just saying that to protect that pretentious Cass," he added. "How dare you?" scowled Cass lunging at Noah. Maura embraced the enraged Cass trying to hold her back and pacify her. "Her words hold no lie. She is Eris: the goddess of discord, bringer of strife, and queen of Asphodel," convinced Lethe. "And who the hell are you?" Noah asked in hostility.

The sea's white caps over the darkened water crashed in on themselves. “Athena,” I growled, she backed away as my tanned skin grew darker. “Are you meaning to tell me her parents poisoned her most of her life?” She continued to back away, holding her hands away from her in surrender. “I don’t know the real reason, Lucifer, but as I walked in knowing some botany and with Persephone’s confirmation, it was confirmed the combined secretions created the poison as the plants breathe.”

The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I steady my feet, but my mind is already swimming. “You’re stronger than I thought… and smarter.” He spits out another mouthful of blood and grabs a dagger from his waistband. “I coated my sword in poison. A special concentrate mixed with belladonna and oleander as a base, then a coat of what I believe mortals call monkshood… or wolfsbane. It was given to me eons ago by the Goddess Circe herself. It’s never failed me before.”

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

It’s not a matebond—but it’s damn close. I try to stay away. Pretty sure he’s doing the same. Two mornings in, we gathered for breakfast to come up with a plan. “Tell us what you know about Tisiphone,” Dad asks Hermes. Hermes sighs, folding his hands. “We’re not exactly brunch buddies. I’ve only seen her a handful of times. But I’ve heard plenty. Tisiphone is the fury in charge of punishing murderers—homicide, fratricide, parricide, you name it. She’s got a hellfire whip and a temper to match. Not much in the way of combat skills beyond that, but she can fly and has claws sharper than daggers. And she works as a divine punisher for Hades, too.”

Lyndon asked her. "Actually, I was sent by the Goddess Aphrodite to the mortal world to protect the princess." "But I could clearly remember that we grew up together," Ana Mae curiously said. "It's because Goddess Hera , the Goddess of childbirth used her powers for me to be born as a mortal," she explained making everything clear to everyone.

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.”