Novel & Cerita Greek Myth Novels

"You'd be shocked at the bizarre things these creatures would ask you to do." "Hopefully, they don't interrupt my breakfast." I take a quick look at the book in his hands. "What are you reading?" "Greek mythology," he replies, setting it down. "Figured it was fitting." I smile. "Good choice." The waiter returns then, setting down a plate in front of me. I glance at the assortment of food—something golden and flaky, a thick swirl of white yogurt drizzled with honey, dark purple olives, and what looks like grilled cheese.

“Didn’t you just win that reading badge last week?” That earned a small grin. “Yeah. For reading the longest book in the class.” Willow’s eyes lit. “That’s amazing! What book?” Andrea hesitated. “It was... a Greek mythology one. It's about Alcestis, the wife of Admetus.” The way she pronounced ‘Alcestis’ was so prideful. I could never pronounce that on a first trial.

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.

She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

Alcmene turns to look down her back and past her tail at the nine wolves behind us. “Let’s say for a minute that I believe… everything you have told me. Why would Zaine’s wolf not tell him all of this? Zaine has devoted himself to studying the myths and legends of ancient Greece. He would know more about this than anyone here.” My memory flits back to the night Alcmene came to me. I knew to creep past the library because Zaine would be in there, pouring over the giant text books left behind by Alpha Theo.

Ken asked, equally interested after hearing that Jeremy belongs to the literature department. Jeremy caressed the book and involuntarily smiled. "Simply put.." Jeremy began. "It's a representation of Greek mythology, Latin Folklore and further afield legends in a way—enjoyable to read." Ken shook his head as if understanding what Jeremy said but then wrinkled his brows. "Mythology?" Monroe pushed Ken's elbow which was rubbing against her chest and interrupted. "Is it in your curriculum? Or just a reference reading?" "I am reading it out of sheer curiosity." Jeremy flapped the pages of the book. "In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of t

Cole said and even though I nodded, I only half heard what he said. I walked over to the sculpture of Adonis just a few meters away from the wall-mounted tv. Reaching a finger up, I grazed the sculpture lightly, a small smile finding its way onto my face. It was the first time I’d seen the sculpture of Adonis in person. Prior to that day, I’d only seen it in books. If there was something else I inherited from my mom aside from my curves it had to be her obsession with Greek mythology. My mom was so obsessed that she named all her five children after the Greek gods and goddesses. I remember that she had countless Greek mythology books lying about in the house and only I out of all my siblings

"Very much like it. I've often wondered if that myth was based on the sharum." "Pandora's jar. Now a Phoenix? What's up with you and Greek myths?" "Seems like a bit of a coincidence, doesn't it?" she said, winking at me. "But perhaps the Greeks took some of their legends from living ulami? Perhaps a ulami helped write these stories. Who knows?" I felt Zander's eyes on me, but I didn't meet them. "Pandora's jar?" he asked privately along our mental path. "I'll explain later. It's no big deal."

Ares said, while scratching the side of his brow. "Why? How did you say that?" She asked curiously. "Well, I just thought about it right now. You already know, right? That our names are from Greek mythology. " She nodded at what Ares said. She had known that for a long time because she asked Zeus. "Oh, I know what Greek Mythology is," Astraea said, raising her hand. "It's a Greek culture, uncle Ares?" Astraea said, smiling. "Yes, it is Astraea," Ares said to her daughter, "but did you know that Ares, Selene, and Zeus are gods and goddesses in Greek mythology?"

“My daughter, my demi-god.” I’m a demi-god? … pft Ahahaha kidding. I have always been interested in Greek Mythology but I don’t know much about them except of course the famous 12 olympians and my favorite was Athena of course, who wouldn’t? I have watched Percy Jackson, Troy, and Hercules. They really are awesome. Ack. It’s quite heavy, jeez. I picked it up and went to a table near the shelf. I started to read from the start and find it quite interesting. There are stories about the major gods and goddesses, and some stories about mortals. Most of them were love stories though.