Greek Myth Mount Novels & Stories

Now, when I found the opportunity, why would I let it go? I ran almost all night to reach the highest peak of the Olympus Mountain Range, Mount Olympus. In the wee hours of the morning, I stood at the foot of the magnificent Mount Olympus looming ahead of me. It was known as the home of the Gods! If only the Gods would bless me! Freyr was exhausted, but he didn’t want to stop. A strange thrill coursed through our body. ‘I can feel a strange pull towards the place, Felixe!’ said Freyr through the mind-link.

Mya asked hastily. "It’s said there was a mountain capable of calling upon thunder strikes so powerful it was almost godlike. It was written in a book of myths, so I always thought of it as such. I believe this place is the best fit for Mount Thunder's description. The mountain itself doesn't have a name, other than it being capable of attracting thunder," Cormac answered. There were many myths from ancient times recorded in books, many of which were miraculous events.

" Everyone was shocked to hear that. Dunley said, "The five great mountains of Charmya are each renowned in their own way. We have all heard about the majesty of Mount Thorne, the peril of Mount Henley, the grace of Mount Harrow, the mystery of Mount Everan, and the supremacy of Mount Saron. "Mount Henley is known as the most perilous of mountains, and its most dangerous section is known as the Sky Path. The Sky Path sits on the eastern slope of Mount Henley's southern peak.

Cronus then turned away as Rhea pretended to sob in grief. Later, the goddess stole down the mountainside to the swinging golden cradle, and took her son down into the field of Mount Dikte in Crete. There the child was raised in secrecy where he was nursed by nymphs on the milk of the goat Amaltheia and guarded by the warrior Curetes who drowned out the sound of his crying with their shield-clashing battle-dance. Rhae promised them that their sheep would never be eaten by wolves and their fields would always yield wonderful harvest. Then she left her baby.

That werebear purposefully did shit to get on people's nerves. We didn’t have to wait long before the Lycans returned with an older man who appeared to be human. I doubted he was just human though. Not if he resided on Mount Xenia. Mount Xenia was rumored to be the home of any and all ancient beings, gods, and those who were marked as oracles, that still roamed this realm. Regular folk, like us, weren’t privy to visiting a place as ancient and magical as this. At least not usually. Lamia had come here with Mathias, but they were both descendants of gods.

Looking around the room, I ask Hecate, “Do we seriously have to do this here?” My best friend rolls her eyes at me, as she lights the frankincense and cedar incense. We are standing in a freaking cave deep under the peaks of Mt. Olympus. It’s cold and dark and damp and somehow humid all at the same time. And it’s creepy as all hell. I know that’s a weird thing for a powerful goddess to say, but the caves under Mt. Olympus aren’t filled with the creepy crawlies from the human world. These things hold baby hydras, manticores, gorgons, and other nasties.

Moria called the hero. “Hmm? Do we still have things to do? Let me breath first okay?” the hero said as he stare at the horizon before them. Right now they were standing at the top of a mountain; it was one of the mountains in the Pinwood. Though it was not the tallest, it was high enough to let them enjoy a view of the Einsmyr. The Lake of Mask was even more alluring from the view above. The crystal clear water and the sparkling jewels of the Empousais glistened under the bright sun.

"I didn't ask in detail, but he told me to look for him on Mount Ermonie when the time comes. I'll just have to tell them his name." Sofia inhaled sharply when she heard that. She immediately exclaimed, "Mount Ermonie? Are you sure that was the mountain he mentioned?" Severin frowned and asked, "Yes. It's called Mount Ermonie. Have you heard of it before?" Sofia gulped. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you aware that there are different rankings among sects?" "I am not aware of that," Severin replied frankly. "This is the first time I've heard of it."

Because of that, the realm was overtaken by excitement. Five days later, Logan made his way to Wuthering Mountain Range with his harem of girls. - Wuthering Mountain Range was one of the realm's most sacred mountains. It was very tall—clouds covered half of its height. The crest was practically touching the stratosphere. "They say Lord Wuthering, who created the Mystique Realm, split open a vast river with his divine sword before stabbing it into the spring that birthed the river. That's why it's called the Wuthering Mountain!" Mirth said.

Ha, there you go. "Alright. Let's get serious. Since Agape's a Greek, let's choose who's our favourite couple in Greek Mythology and elaborate it. You go first, Granny!" I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows at her. She hissed. She sipped to her wine glass first before answering.