Greek Gods Hermes Novels & Stories

I cried but they already runaway in the woods. "Selene, Selene. The goddess of light, that lights the world during the night. I summon you! I pulled the sword on my brothers chest and slash my palms. Blood drips from my palms and the sword. I raised my hands in the light of the moon. goddess blood that drips continously and in the light of the crescent moon can summon, Selene. The goddess of the moon. "I need your help, selene. Save us!" Suddenly, a light struck at my back from the moon was starting to form a being.

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

"You aren't wrong you know. The things known to modern society as Greek Mythology are barely a shadow of the truth. There are bits of it they got right, but much of it was just Hermes having way too much fun spinning stories of the lives of the gods to easily influenced humans." Hermes, was the herold of the Greek gods. He was also known for his mischief making. So I suppose the misinformation made sense. "Why are you telling me all this? Why now?" It was the questions that made the most sense to ask, and right now that's what I needed. I needed some dots to connect. I needed some things to add up. There was way too much mystery and not enough facts, and I was getting tired of it. Zeus studi

He stopped to guage their reactions before he continued. "My name is rather not Poseidon. I am Hermes. The god of trade and languages. The god of translators and interpreters. I was arguably, the most clever of the Olympian gods, and served as messenger for all the other gods. I ruled over wealth, good fortune, commerce, fertility, and thievery. ... Because of my speed, he was sometimes considered a god of winds."

he replied while taking a deep breath"i saw my father,or so i guess" "what! your father? how? thought your mom said he died or did you find his corpse there?" i was really confused. "There's more to that bro"shield replied"he is alive,i think.more to that he said he's some kind of greek god or something called Hermes" "woah! you mean Hermes the god of speed .mmm that'll explain a lot. But thought the gods were myths,and how did he get to meet your mom? How come he is in that tomb and can't come out?" I bombarded shield with questions

He was lonely, and changing. Hermes, still messenger of the gods, and Zeus’ favorite messenger, often graced the palace when he wasn’t with his mate whom he lived with in Bergarian. Notes upon notes of request if Parisa had even an inclining of where his mate might be. Hermes, sworn to secrecy, he could not elaborate to anyone else except my mother. Father was enraged, because Hermes’ powers could only do as he was told to send secret messages amongst the gods. Did mother eventually tell father? Of course she did, and to me as well.

“Right? So I took it. Just to see if I could.” “And you could?” “She didn’t have any protections on it. She was so arrogant, she thought no one would dare. It was… disappointingly easy.” “And then?” “She bitched to Zeus. He made me give it back,” Hermes says, waving it off like he got sent to time-out. He’s so animated when he talks, I could watch him forever. I reach for my drink, and my hand brushes his. The sparks shoot straight up my arm, hot and tingling and undeniable.

His black leather bodysuit made him look like the sexiest blacksmith ever and his fire hued hair was bedazzling. Across from there sat the other four; Aphrodite goddess of love, she looked like the ideal woman, perfect in every way. She had on a light pink robe and adorned herself with the whitest of pearls. She was breathtaking. Apollo god of the sun, well, he couldn't be seen as he was blazing too bright as all the other gods had to shield their eyes. Hermes messenger of the gods and god of mischief, he was in his usual servant robes but in a more godly form, with his winged sandals and staff.

H E R M E S W A S A L R E A D Y charging at Elektris when he was intercepted by the Gorgon Sisters. “Remember ussss?” they hissed at him, literally. Hermes watched Elektris vanish in a burst of white lightning. He turned his attention back to the two goddesses. Of course he remembered them. Stheno and Euryale, the daughters of the Celestials Keto and Phorcys.

She asked. Hmmm, i wondered what I needed, oh– "beer. Those canned ones are fine" "Poseidon is in charge of that." That reminds me, "where is Hermes? You didn't mention him going to Olympus." "Hermes is a Messenger so, he can't always be around. But, he would come to check up on you from time to time." ★★★★ After some long stressful persuasion, I was able to bring Apollo and Poseidon down. He wouldn't share his beer at first, but, eventually he brought out a cooler filled with ice and beer. Not bad. We gathered in front of Poseidon's room.