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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 answered immediately, having no real idea if that was the case. Her soft laughter echoed around me. “Possibly. Anyway, the many marriages, affairs, and rapes that occur in Greek mythology are rather interesting. At least, I find it interesting. I’m intrigued by the openness of their lives. They held no secrets. If they wanted something, they went after it. While a few of the unsavory individuals would scheme to get what they wanted, the stories are generally of those who had no shame about what they wanted.” “Like their very strange predilections,” I said.

It simply watched. A deep unease settled over her. Because she did not recognize it... She was Demeter. Daughter of Titans. One of the oldest gods in existence. There were few beings she did not know. Fewer still that could stand before her and remain hidden. Yet as she stared into the darkness beyond the glass, she realized she had no idea what she was looking at. For the first time in centuries, genuine fear tightened around her heart. Not fear for herself. Fear for the girl. Fear for every Spring Daughter who had come before, and for all those who would inevitably come after. Fear that the tragedies she had spent centuries trying to understand had never been accidents at all. That somethi

“Do you still pretend to be in different places?” “When I read, I do. It’s the cheapest way to travel.” “So why is Greece your first choice?” She shrugged. “I went through a period when I was sixteen where I read a lot of Greek literature. I was fascinated with the mythology which is interwoven into a lot of their work. I noticed that you are reading The Iliad. When I read that three years ago, I had difficulty getting through the description of every soldier that was dying, but once the focus of the book changed to Achilles and Hector and how the Greek gods were influencing the Trojan War, I couldn’t put it down. I will say that the Greeks were very creative.”

"That is a beautiful name. Which reminds me, this manor also has a name, doesn't it?" I nod. "Very true, the name of the manor is 'Cadmus', who was the first Greek hero in Greek mythology," I say as-a-matter-of-fact. "Yes, before you ask, my father was a great fan of mythology. He named all of our properties using names from different myths." She giggles and then thinks about something, I read the wheels spinning in her head. "If you could put a name to a new place, like a new house or new piece of land, what would it be?" She asks.

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

Cordelia had listened in whenever she could, and little by little learned more than her cousin did. Flopping down onto her small bed, Cordelia revelled in a moment of relaxation. Her blue skirt landed around her like petals. Although her room was tiny, and sometimes chilly, she loved it. No one else ever climbed to the top of the house where she was tucked away. She had slowly collected the stubs of candles until she could fill her tiny windowsill. As she lit them, she felt as though she were casting a spell. Running her hands along her quilt, she could feel the scraps of her childhood dresses. She reached for one of the books she kept hidden behind her dresser. Lately she had been entranced

I can see her eyes moving as she is flipping and scanning the pages of the book, 'Lycaea' that I had purchased at a greek-myths-inspired store near the neighborhood. Lycaea is a book about the ancient beings; werewolves or lycanthropes. What they are, where they come from, how did they come to life, birth and death. Merely just everything about them. The book has this weird carvings in the interface, almost as if it was carved out straight from a leather. The name Priam could be seen at the spine of the book. I wonder if it was the author of Lycaea. Aside from that name, nothing is carved aside from the design the outer cover of the book has. "You even bought a book huh?" she added, smirking

She got up and handed me a book on Greek mythology. She had Roman, Nordic, Eastern European, Latin American, and Native American mythology books but said this book gave the best description and understanding of the goddess, Selene. "Don't let them scare you, like they did me. It's all part of a much larger plan, I just wasn't as brave as you are. And now that he's gone, I wish I had been brave enough to love him. Maybe he'd still be alive." Ginny started to tremble and cry. I hugged her, even though I wasn't a touchy-feely type of person. Somewhere deep down I knew she saw the truth while others, like me, denied it. I don't know why but Max's face popped into my mind as I soothed her.

Avery asked. "Nothing. She was just telling about the myths there." "The Greek Myths? You know I don't believe in all this right?" Avery said with a clear tone. She has never been a believer, and has always trusted her eyes. "Well I used to think the same thing but Avery believe me the whole city of New Athens was filled with the proof of their existence! Their stories are so intriguing that I was lost in them!" She said stuffing a cupcake in her mouth.