Greek Mythology Books Fiction Novels & Stories

The Dryad character from Greek mythology appears in the fantasy story The Chronicles of Narnia as a female spirit that comes from trees. 17. Ogre Ogre is usually described as a giant, evil and a monster. We usually encounter stories about Ogres in fairy tales and folklore. If in the art world the Ogre is depicted with a large head, long hair and beard, greedy, and has a strong body. And in the story they often annoy humans. 18. Samael

Seeing the stack of books piled up high on top of the table I knew I had found the right table. “Alec, I think we should go look in the kitchen. No one is back here.” Savenia said. “That my dear is where you are drastically wrong.” Once we reached the back table I watched as Savenia looked at several of the titles of the books piled on top. “History of the Werewolves. Psychology of the Paranormal. Ancient Greek Mythology. Witches and their Divine Power. Fae and the Woodland Creatures. The History of Dracula and the Vampire Methodology. Werebears and Shifters of all Kinds. Whoaaa. Those are some serious titles. I wonder who checked all these books, then lifted them here.” Savenia said.

The future isn’t set in stone; I remind myself, as I gently close the book, the sound of the pages rustling filling the quiet room. Carefully, I place it back on the shelf, its worn spine aligning with the others. My eyes wander to the collection of books before me, their aged covers displaying faded depictions of ancient myths and legends. I can almost smell the musty scent of ancient knowledge emanating from their pages. Doubt had initially clouded my mind, but as I delved deeper, I discovered fragments of truth, hidden amidst the tales of gods and goddesses.

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

Then he closed the door behind him and left. I'm seating near the vast window, the warmth of the sunlight penetrating the glass is relaxing. The cold drink on my hand compliments the heat of the sunshine, I love this. I then took a random book on the shelf, a book about Greek Mythology. I remember, when I was younger, I was very fond of Greek and Norse Mythology which further lead to my love for fantasy and fairytale. My Brother would read me a story each night and I'll feel like the happiest little girl in the world to have such a nice brother like him. Those were the days when our parents recently passed away, so he was considerate and concerned about my emotions and comforted me always.

I say, "Something that no-one else knows...." She twists to look up at me, forehead puckering. ".... Tell me something, that when I think about it, will just be mine; a little piece of you that no-one else has." Understanding dawns. Her expression goes distant for a moment, her gaze outward again, and empty; then turning back, she looks up into my face. "When I was a little girl, we didn't have a lot of books, but all the ones we had, I read. And my favourites were always the old myths and fairy tales; stories about Greek and Roman and Egyptian gods, Norse warriors and ice giants in the north, Hans Christian Anderson, Brothers Grimm, all that sort of thing....

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.

"Zeke! You're going too far." "But still! Let me just go with you. I promise not to disturb you." He said. I just shook my head as I went inside the library after saying ' goodbye ' to them. I feel Zeke following me in librarian table and sign into a log book as I did. I roam around the bookshelves and find something interesting to read. The Greek mythology book about Poseidon catches my attention and when I was about to get it when Zeke grab it. I just rolled my eyes at his childishness.

Alexis is happy to see someone in the house who's smiling. "I'm Ares – the fifth son. Are you interested with Greek Mythology?" He asked. "I know some but I don't know most of it." Alexis answered. "Aw... But that's fine. If you want to know more, just ask me then I'll tell you everything about it." He stated then Alexis nodded. "Sure." She answered. "If you need books about it, you can ask me then I'll give you books about it." Ares added.

Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.