Greek Myth Mount Novels & Stories

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.

I cry out, just as the mountain starts to walk, nearly hitting us with its solid grey mass of a shoulder. Hephaestus veers sharply to the right, nearly making me slip out of his arms. I double my efforts of holding onto him, by wrapping my hands in the fabric of his shirt—I don’t want to fall again. That had sucked the first time it happened, and I don’t need that kind of stress right now. Dumbfounded, we watch as the rocky and wooden giantess strides up toward Olympus. She’s obviously joining the battle. I feel bad for the Gods who have to fight her. I wonder which side she is on.

I told him, my worry taking over again. "Why is it not safe?" he asked, not stopping for a second. "There is an old belief that the elders used to pass down from generation to generation. Papa told me about it too." I told him. He raised his brows, motioning me to go forward with it. "The mountain's name is Soare-Luna Mountain. It means 'Sun-Moon Mountain' in English. It is said that Goddess Luna used to live here with God Sol. They had a beautiful home at the very top of the mountain. They had many kids but the wild animals living in the mountains used to attack them often, killing most of their children."

I said while I lifted my head from Carson's chest to meet his eyes. “We can go to Litochoro,” Ares shrugged. Why wouldn’t he stop already? Litochoro was the village closest to Mountain Olympus. It was actually the village where Ares and I used to meet up when I was still married to Hephaestus. “No,” I snarled, unable to stop myself. I quickly glanced around, hoping Celine wouldn’t suddenly pop up out of the blue. Confusion was written on Ares's face when he heard my answer and silence followed.

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

Athena was too stunned to react, dropping the apple she had been holding. "Mama!" she shouted, running toward her mother's body. "Mama, wake up, please!" Little Thena begged next to her mother's body, but Iris made no move, her breath ragged, and Athena's dress drenched in her mother's blood. Before Athena could understand what was happening, another ear-piercing shot burst through, grabbing her attention; her father fell to the ground with a thud. Athena was stunned to respond. She dropped the apple from her hand, “Mama” she shouted, running toward them. “Mama,” she pushed her mother’s body. “Mama, wake up, please,” little Thena begged next to her mother’s body, but she made no move. Her br

I struggled to speak, swallowing nervously as I straightened up and tried to break my hand from his but he would not let me go, "n-nothing..." He hummed, his eyes looking me head to toe for any wounds, "I suppose you are correct, my Aphrodite," he paused, leaning down and placing his forehead on mine, "there is always some truth to myths. I, of all people," he pressed his nose against my button nose, his lips a breath away from my own, "should know that."

In their isolation, had the Minotaurs sealed their doom? Kyran became more wary. He, too, sensed a tension in the air. Or perhaps he was picking up on his rider’s unease. Andric pushed aside anxiety; he had a task to perform. If the old records were correct, the Minotaurs’ sacred Hall lay in the Ohresh mountains beyond the forest. He resigned himself to at least another day’s travel, perhaps two. More, if the mountain trails proved treacherous.

Pure awe shone on my face, nose flaring and eyes sparkling with the kind of magic my storm-summoning husband rarely uses. We are on Mount Olympus, (probably) the tallest mountain in all of Greece. And Diana’s Edge is situated behind it. We were just shifting our feet when a silver-haired beautiful man stalked towards us. Only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, he bowed to Tyler before giving me a warm smile. “Welcome to Diana’s Edge, where the moon is our sun.”

“Alex, a sacred golden mountain has appeared on our side. They said it’s Mount Olympus in myths and legends!” “What? This mountain is Mount Olympus? I saw it too.” “Huh? You saw it too? There’s one more thing I need to tell you. Your father is back.” “...”