Greek Gods Cronus Novels & Stories

"But that is not true! It's just a pile of bullsh*t to deceive children! Just like every other life form, Cronus was born. But unlike any other life form he was a great schemer! His parents were Uranus and Gaia. His father Uranus, was the ruler of heaven and his mother Gaia, was the overlord of the earth. Cronus was the youngest of the titans, born as Uranus's 12th child." Mane, just like the other mountains, listened intently to the words of the 1st. Even the 3rd who was famed to be the most knowledgeable of the nine, knew nothing about this god called Cronus. They all listened quietly, each holding their breaths like little children being told an exciting story.

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

Besides dispensing justice—he had a strong connection with his daughter Dike (Justice)—Zeus was the protector of cities, the home, property, strangers, guests, and supplicants. According to a Cretan myth that was later adopted by the Greeks, Cronus, king of the Titans, upon learning that one of his children was fated to dethrone him, swallowed his children as soon as they were born. But Rhea, his wife, saved the infant Zeus by substituting a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes for Cronus to swallow and hiding Zeus in a cave on Crete. There he was nursed by the nymph (or female goat) Amalthaea and guarded by the Curetes (young warriors), who clashed their weapons to disguise the baby’s cries.

He asked. “Not really. Considering that most Gods are related. Besides, I am nearly a direct descendant, whereas your bloodline has been mixed over the years. There is no real way to tell how far down the line you are from Cronus. I know I said great five times, but I was just repeating what my mother said. For all we know it goes further than that. That is irrelevant though.” I spoke, still looking for something in the book I found earlier. “Oh good! I found it.” I blurted out before he had a chance to respond. “Cronus was a shapeshifter, which I guess can explain why you are able to shift into your wolf and speak through him.”

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.