Greek Mythology Blacksmith Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

When ranked demons are killed with it, runes of their power etch in the blades or gems carved in their hilts, depending on the rank and nature of powers of the demon assimilated. So, each of us now has unique weaponry as we advance through Wengarthria. I must admit that although I was very sceptic about Chthonic weapons, it turned out that these are the masterpieces of craftsmanship and magic made by excellent joint work between Thersar and Nexelex. Arachnoids are made by Hades, a chthonic deity, so cutting through them with chthonic weapons had proven not to be a biggie.

Satyrs, wind spirits, naiads, and maenads interact in the wide area; all of them are his followers who kept the peace in the area. A black panther emerged from the lake, a gold collair inlaid with the name NICHOLAS flashes against the morning sun. The big cat was a gift to him from Hephaestus, upon receiving his letter, with the promise that no one else knows his whereabouts. Just as he thought everything was perfect, that's when the first letter with the eagle seal was delivered from the claws of an owl with golden plumes. The very first invitation that wants him to return to Olympus with haste. It has been like this now, for the last decade.

Larice muttered. “Aye,” Sevyh ran his fingers along the surface of the steel, his cognac eyes still admiring its beauty, “Agaski was the first to use these blades. Old fishers and folks have a tale of him. He was a fisherman before, Agaski, living a simple life when one day his village was attacked by the vile nagas, you know, sea serpents. He wanted revenge, so he asked Velarir—the God of Light and Fire—to bless him with the strength to fight for justice. Velarir told Agaski that if he would catch the Horlar—the burning fish—then he would give the fisherman more than what he had asked.

"It only knows the strike. It only knows the truth of the metal." He looked at the front row—a group of blacksmiths and silversmiths. "You know my father's name. Thomas Silas. You know the House of Aris has been selling you brittle steel and hollow gold for three years. I am the man who stayed in that 'dirt' to make sure the work remained true, even when my name was stolen."

“Soon now, Hruge. I know that you will be an example to the warriors.” Hruge straightened his muscular shoulders, as much as a Goblin could. His thick neck and arms made him formidable. Gerth slapped him hard across his rough-skinned back. Hruge grunted in appreciation, and they watched a moment longer as more metal was poured for yet more blades. The chamber echoed with the hammers of the smiths giving the molded blades sharp edges.

All mortals knew Hermes was the god of trickery and tried to avoid him at all cost, but it did not stop him from paying little tricks to children, making them give something previous from their families in exchange for a little magik play from him. Leonidas had given his Father's silver goblet to be turned into gold (which was turned into gold, agreed, but only for a day and after which, became silver again then disappeared, possibly to Hermes box with Dimitris punishing a very sad Leonidas) but when Hermes had asked Loukas for what he would give, Loukas had replied, "Nothing." "Nothing?" Hermes asked, his red eyes twinkling. "Do you not have anything from your Family?" Leonidas had drawn Lo

He looked like he was having a hard time reminiscing about its history. Aphrodite came to the rescue, "Right! Most of us have been friends since then. We grew up in slums, doing different jobs in order to survive and fulfill the needs of our rumbling stomachs. Me, being the face of cybersex, Dionysus... who used to rob the general's main house, Hermes and Ares as the known thieves in town, and then there's Zeus who abducted people for ransom... Athena who was once a stripper, Apollo as a drug addict..." My widening eyes went to Apollo. He smiled as he waved at me. "And Poseidon... the sex slave." What...

He nods once and strides toward Briareus. He’s barely ten feet out when the Titan roars, “TURN BACK, SPIRIT. NONE WHO ENTER HERE RETURN.” All of his mouths speak at once. The sound hits like a thunderclap. We all duck, covering our ears. “Mighty Briareus, oldest of the Hecatoncheires, uncle to the Olympians—I greet you with respect and beg your benevolence,” Odysseus calls. Somehow, I know he’s speaking Ancient Greek—and somehow, I understand it. Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa