Greek Myth Hermes Novels & Stories

Olympus, he was possibly the most colourful of the Olympian Gods. Hermes was the ancient Greek god of trade, wealth, luck, fertility, animal husbandry, sleep, language, thieves, and travel. One of the cleverest and most mischievous of the Olympian gods, he was the client of shepherds, invented the lyre, and was, above all, the herald and messenger of Mt. Olympus so that he got here to symbolise the crossing of boundaries in his position as a information between the two geographical regions of gods and humanity.

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."

Hermes wasted no time with formal introductions, zipping forward through the air with his wings beating gently until he landed lightly beside the coop fencepost, nearly making Petros jump back in surprise. "Alexious! Excellent name! I am Hermes – god of thieves and travelers alike!" He gave the boy a wide grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned against the wooden post. "What treasures do your chickens hide beneath their feathers? Gold eggs? Secret messages? I've been told mortal chickens are full of surprises!" Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but cle

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

The water said. "But you know Avonmora is truly your son's mate, even though you lied to the Priestess who believe and cast a spell on both of them into believing they were mates. He won't give you your bones if you didn't do as he asked." Hermes said. "I know, that is why I am here, you have to keep blocking the gods eyes from knowing what is happening down there. I will hurry up my plans." "Okay, farewell." Hermes said and the water man disappeared.

Crackling, like fire, and causing heat to fill the area. Hermes gives me one last kiss before turning to his brother. As he turns, he physically changes. He grows bigger, his skin brighter, almost blazing. Power emanates off of him in waves and the reach of it seems to move around me. It is Hermes’s true form. The only way that the gods meet each other. Thank the gods that Hermes had given us the ability to see a god’s true form and not go up in flames. Would have been a bit of a problem in this situation.

"He never cared for me. It was always about Freya." I noticed that Hermes straightened up at the mention of Freya. "You know her too?" I asked. "The evil witch? Yes," He nodded. "What do you know about her?" I asked, determined to get something out of him. I had always had my reservations about her and her relationship with my father. I suspected she had other motives but I had been unable to get to the bottom of it. Hermes didn't say another word to me however. He lay on the floor and curled himself in a sleeping position.

He explains. "So in other words, you're here to babysit me? Unbelievable!" I stomped my feet on the ground like a kid. "Hey, stop doing that, you look like a kid who didn't got her birthday gift," He chuckled and I glared at him. "What's your name?" I asked him. "Me? Well my name is Hermes, a pleasure to meet you, lady like Aphrodite." He stands up and he dramatically bowed for courtesy. "Okay enough with the Greek mythology. So your name is Hermes? And you're here to look after me, so who sent you?" I hope it's not who I'm thinking.

I replied with a smile, my eyes on him as I pulled the tray towards me and began to eat. "I am not to tell you my name. I was sent to serve you," He replied. I shrugged. "And I know that. But it's not going to do any harm, is it? Just tell me your name." He sighed and his hand slipped from the door knob. "My name is Hermes." "Such a beautiful name," I grinned. "Do you know Hermes from Greek folklore?" "No, I don't," He shook his head. "I have to go or they'll find me."

Hermes said, a seductive smirk adorning his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and I definitely don't have time for this," she retorted, making a concerted effort to break free from his grasp. Yet, despite her attempts, Hermes's strength was undeniable. "No matter how much you deny it, we both know what we desire," Hermes whispered seductively into her ear. "You have no idea what I want. If you did, you would keep your distance," she warned through gritted teeth, attempting to intimidate Hermes. However, her feeble threat failed to faze him.