Greek Myth Mount Novels & Stories

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

She smiled as he inhaled her scent, showing that she was his and Anika liked that. “Wait until the Folk Festival. You will like it,” he whispered before they entered the museum as Damien held the door for her. ***** Anika was staring at the monument that was a depiction of a woman and something. She did not know much about sculpture even when she saw a lot of it when she was back in Milan. Damien was holding her hand as they were staring at it together. “You know, the locals believe that this island was the birthplace of Aphrodite, The Goddess of Love in Ancient Greece. Do you know about her myth?” he said before Anika turned to see that Damien was staring at her.

As Caitlin and Caleb flew over the Israeli countryside, the sun beginning to set and the temperature finally cooling, Caitlin ran over in her head the inscription on the wall. It had read: Where the graves rise, the olive tree has many branches. She’d had no idea what that meant. Caleb explained that he thought it was a reference, a clue that they needed to go to the ancient Mount of Olives, the legendary mountain that sat on the outskirts of Jerusalem. It was a mystical place, he said, part cemetery and part olive grove, and had been one of the most important places of vampire power for millennia. It was rumored, he said, to be home to the most powerful vampire coven of all.

Tela whispered. They approached the mountain, and they saw a path leading up to its peak. The path was steep and winding, and the rocks were jagged and unforgiving. But Fionn and Tela were determined to reach the top. As they climbed, the fire grew brighter, and they heard a low, booming voice coming from the mountain. "Who dares to approach the mountain of the gods?" the voice asked. "We are Fionn and Tela," Fionn said, his voice shaking. "We come in peace." There was a long silence, and then the voice spoke again. "You may enter the mountain, but you must pass a test first," the voice said. "What test?" Fionn asked, his heart pounding in his chest. "You must pass through the ring of fire,"

"So I did some asking around while you ladies were packing up and I found that the mountain is called Mount Hermon to the angels and humans, but amongst the night walkers the place is referred to as the gathering of demons of old." If that did not send chills down my spine, then I have no idea what else will.