Greek Mythology Ao3 Novels & Stories

The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi” “Morpheus is one of the Oneroi, the winged sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Pasithea, the goddess of rest and relaxation. The Oneroi are triplets responsible for all aspects of the dream realm. There is Icelus, god of nightmares, Phantasus, god of illusional dreams, and Morpheus. Morpheus is the god of dreams and is the only one of the three Oneroi who is able to see and influence the dreams of kings, heros and other gods. He is also the dream messenger of the gods and appeared in the dreams of many kings to warn them of an upcoming tragedy.”

Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went. “Do we have to greet him now?” I asked, my stomach tightening with nervousness once again. “We can’t put it off. I can’t risk giving Viktor any extra ammunition against me,” Vasilios replied solemnly. “Arg, your father is probably going to rip my head off for disappearing in the first place,” I sighed and Vasilios put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall and we looked toward the stairs to see the Alpha an

Her beauty was going to be his death one day, she was the reincarnation of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of beauty. Aurora jerked at the brutality of his words, his words hurt more than any physical injury. He was a heartless animal who should not be allowed to live in a civilised world. "Don't you want to do the twirling dance, you wanted to do it with your husband on your wedding night, isn't it one of your beautiful fantasies little one? I recall them…"

“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.”

Legend has it that Athena emerged from Lake Gayank—born of its mystical waters—and even as a child, her power was unmatched. Her story intertwined with that of Prince Lucius, a banished royal from Decresh. King Baeon had deemed him weak and unworthy, unable to generate energy like the other royals. Cast out and disgraced, Lucius wandered until he met Athena. She took him under her wing, becoming both his master and his source of power. Athena allowed him to draw energy directly from her, which ultimately linked him to the lake itself. This bond transformed him into a force no one could stand against.

A crying voice of a woman. "Damn! Hermes is still my friend! Of course, half of my heart is already broken!" Athena? Hermes? What in the greek myth is this? "How about Dionysus? He shouldn't be here, he just replaced Ares because they made a fucking deal! That brat should've died instead!" "Shut the fuck up if you don't want me to blow your heads right here, right now!" That was Lorcan's irritated voice which silenced the other voices.

He is healing slowly. “It was always you and Theo. I love you both and my pups so much. I’m sorry that this has happened to you, Mia. I truly am. I Fenrir, the God of Hell and Harbinger of Death. Accept your reject.” He screams in pain as I scream in anguish and pain as Theo clutches me tightly as he roars in pain too. My rejection has caused his bond to break towards Fenrir, too. We are both no longer bonded to Fenrir.

"Well, I was telling Grey that mum is so hospitable and that if it was in greek mythology times, she'd probably be Zeus' favourite." "Okay? So where do I come in all this? Get to the killing part." I swallowed hard and looked at Grey who just kept on eating as if he hadn't said anything the whole time he was here. "Wait, is Zeus not the one who always cheats on that lady–what's her name, Helra?–with the mortals?" "Yes," I said with a stifled giggle. It didn't take long for my dad to piece the picture together. "Oh hell no! Sweety..!"

“ The kraken releases poisonous gas like most carnivorous trees, to kill insects that attack it. This gas, cyanide is released when the insects are about to feed. But, strangely, the kraken does not harm ants. It lets it feed on it and in return, the ants fight other insects that try to attack the tree. Isn’t that fascinating?” “ It’s really fascinating. It’s like they’re in a partnership of their own.” “ Exactly! You get it.” I noticed that I’ve been quite chatty today. He must be exhausted from having his hears talked off. I have been so animated that I didn’t even feel the throbbing in my legs. Marcello stops walking and faces me with worry in his eyes. “ you’ve gone quiet, Sugar. Is some

There was a purpose to his question, a hidden meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. “Most of them were just that, stories. But there were some old myths, particularly about divine gold,” I continued, my voice a low, thoughtful murmur. “They said it was the only substance that could pierce the hide of an otherwise unkillable being, a metal forged in the heart of a star, blessed by the gods themselves.” Hypatos brushed the topic off too quickly afterward, a sudden, almost forced shift in his demeanor. “Just a thought,” he said, his voice a little too casual, a little too dismissive. “A silly myth. Forget I mentioned it.” He stood up, his movements stiff, a sudden urgency in his demeanor that was out