Greek Myth Dionysus Novels & Stories

The Naxos Island will soon be missed. Ariadne didn't answer, she pressed her naked body against Leon's body, making Leon's pants feel even tighter. Leon recalls that in the legend, Ariadne would become the wife of Dyonisius, the god of wine, on the island of Naxos. He didn’t know what happens, if Theseus slept with Ariadne before that happened. "Touch me, Theseus," said Ariadne in a very seductive voice.

Proserpina wasn’t sure what it was and she thinks she didn’t really want to know. “Nothing really good happens these days, so the news about you, our sweet little poppy fucking someone is some good shit~” Dionysus slurs as he plopped down next to her, his legs kicking to and fro in the water like a toddler, splashing her thighs briefly as he let out a particularly loud belch, “so… did you have fun last night?” She glared at him, “Go away.” He took one, long look at her past red-rimmed eyes. “You don’t look like it,” he decides nonetheless, hiccupping, “Ariadne says hi, by the way.”

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

“What do you mean festival?” “Oh, the Balacchanlia festival? Good sir, it is a vibrant, multi-day festival celebrated in honor of Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, ecstasy, theater, and transformation. It seems you are unaware of our customs here. This one is a huge celebration. Are you two perhaps foreigners from the South or North?” Alexander nodded rigidly. It is as if the person who talked just stated his execution. “Why is that still continuing? Your old King is already defeated, a new one is going to ascend, did you even request his approval?”

A young divine messenger sat with mortal shepherds, learning to play their simple flutes and sharing stories of distant lands he had visited on his travels. At one point during a lively folk dance led by Hermes and Dionysus—their movements wild and joyful as they encouraged everyone to join in—a particularly energetic spin sent Lysander spinning toward the edge of the crowd. As he regained his balance, he spotted Zeus observing from a distance, standing near the ancient olive tree with a cup of cider in his hand and a look of quiet wonder on his face.

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

Her voice echoed in the empty castle. "This looks creepy" Hadiya added scurrying after her stupid friend. Hadiya was the one paranoid friend everyone had in their friend group but even she couldn't deny the fact that Zoya's adventures were worth the risk. "Are you kidding me? Look at this- OH MY GOD...... THERE'S A INDOOR FOUNTAIN!!!" She exclaimed running off to the fountain she saw from afar. The pillars around it were covered with vines and moss and the pot of the fountain was all green because of algae.

“He's gone to take care of his father's funeral. His face looked downcast, let's just hope that once buried, he feels that his father is in a better place. “I don't think so. We all know that the crimes he committed, are not easily forgiven by the moon goddess. So, you are aware that you are not in a better place, Rain.” I mean, feeling a little bad because that's the way reality is. Dionysus was not a good husband, father or leader. Therefore, I doubt that the few good actions he performed are enough to balance the scales. “Then, I will ask your father to take care of choosing the best men and preparing the plane for your trip tomorrow. Rest for now, we all need it here.

I'm doing my best lost puppy face. - Hi - he releases the hood of the car, making a loud noise, which is softened by the sound playing outside - I am Dionísio. I can see you stomping around the Bronx chasing your man, and honestly, I don't care. You know he's probably fucking another woman. I widen my eyes. First, Dionysus, as the god of wine? Second, is this what women expect from their husbands here? Because if so, it's exactly the same as politics. And, third but not least, my man?

"Well, Dion is a shortcut for Dionysus, right? And Dionysus is the Greek God of wine." "How odd. You seem close when you two first met, and you were so happy when he treated you on the mall, right?" He shrugs, "That's because you were just starting back then. Now, you are boyfriend and girlfriend, and that's a different thing to discuss. Perhaps when I talk to him and I am assured that he won't hurt you, I'll be back with my amazing and awesome perspective of him." "Oh, boy. I've told you already, he won't hurt me. Well, not for a purpose."