Greek Mythological Hunter Novels & Stories

He introduced, perking my attention to its full notch. "So...the reason for this?" Az questioned impatiently to which Orion offered a small smile. "At first we only worked for Selene. But with time after I took the position as the commander of the hunters, we became a part of the greek celestial clan to work as their army. So when Selene eloped with Khonshu...the clan leaders sent us out to hunt them down. However it wasn't only us that came after them. God Khonshu's clan, egyptian god clan also sent their hunters to achieve the same outcome... execution of Selene and Khonshu.

“They're going to hunt Selene Belmont, and that's when things will get complicated. They used guards from this pack to let us in. That's all I know.” “You know more than that,” my grandfather said. Yes, he knows more than that, Sirhan snapped angrily. “All I know is that Greco is more powerful than any god right now, and he wants to take over everything,” the hunter said before he started coughing up blood. “Shit,” Ramona said again. “You've been bewitched,” Grandfather muttered. “Get my son out of here, he—” The half-breed hunter fell dead on the table, and blood began to pour from his orifices. It was a sign that he couldn't speak directly about Greco, and that was sad.

“I know that parts of it are written in Greek. My family loved the language and made sure that each of us knew how to read and speak it. So I’ll have to teach you the Greek alphabet before you can read. For now, I want to tell you the story of how the lycans came to be in existence.” Elaina sat beside him, moving closer to look down at the page. “We all know the story, Edwards,” she started to say even though she distinctly remembered reading things she hadn’t known before in that book last night. He nodded then, sitting back on the couch. “Tell me what the Hunters taught you to believe.” The Hunters—her parents and their pack had been Hunters. She had been a Hunter. Ignoring that fact, she

Arkon continued, “needed assistance. And that is how the Hunters came to be. They were humans, chosen by the Moon God and were gifted divine abilities… strength beyond that of mortal men, speed beyond any Lycan, agility to rival even the vampires themselves. They were also forged a weapon… not just any weapon, a special one, called the Spear of Death.” I froze. My pulse jumped. The words had a weight to them.

“Vegetation is only a day away. They’ll have plenty of food and water until they reach the forest.” “What about the raiders?” Alex asked. “They’ll surely make a meal out of them.” In other words, the boars might get hunted once they were spotted. “Trust us, Anne can handle them,” Miranda reassured. “She is Artemis’s Brave, after all.” Artemis, the Greek goddess of hunt and wilderness. From the mythology I’d read, she could command animals and transform humans into one. We entered the cave while pushing the stagecoach inside. It was almost as big as the Marble Hall of Rad’s castle. On the walls and ceiling, there were hundreds of holes in various sizes. There were also wheel tracks and boulde

Alessandro said, and as if he knew I was going to ask a question, he warned me, “I can't talk about other supernatural species, only my own.” I looked at him with a frown. “Then tell me about werewolves,” I asked respectfully. “Werewolves were originated by the Luna goddess,” Alessandro said, and I frowned. “In Greek culture she goes by the name Selene, but in our mythology, she is Luna, the young daughter of the goddess Diana, the mistress of the hunt and nature. Our origin goes back long before ancient Rome, when the gods dwelt in our lands in silence.” I paused in awe.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.

He just kept on barking. "Achilles? That's a unique name," Caspian bent his knee and patted my dog too. "I guess. Achilles is a Greek name which originated from the greatest warrior among the Greeks and the one who slayed Hector. So when my Brother gave me him, I named him 'Achilles' since I was very interested in Greek Mythology's Troy." I explained. "I see, his name definitely fits him," he replied when I noticed the maids whispering and squealing.

Still better than the alternative, which is keeping my spine to an Alpha and calling it a plan. Up close he's worse, which I knew he would be, which is somehow also insulting. Gold eyes, the wolf swimming around behind them, looking at me the way a thing looks at you when it's already calculated the odds on which of us is faster and found the answer amusing. My crossbow hangs off one of his fingers by the trigger guard while he decides whether to give it back or mount it on a wall with a little brass plaque. HUNTER'S. FAILED, REPEATEDLY.