Greek Mythology Books Romance Novels & Stories

I can see her eyes moving as she is flipping and scanning the pages of the book, 'Lycaea' that I had purchased at a greek-myths-inspired store near the neighborhood. Lycaea is a book about the ancient beings; werewolves or lycanthropes. What they are, where they come from, how did they come to life, birth and death. Merely just everything about them. The book has this weird carvings in the interface, almost as if it was carved out straight from a leather. The name Priam could be seen at the spine of the book. I wonder if it was the author of Lycaea. Aside from that name, nothing is carved aside from the design the outer cover of the book has. "You even bought a book huh?" she added, smirking

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

I looked up just as she parted her lips with the tip of her tongue, meeting another pair of lips. Even through the crimson darkness I could tell it was hard, deep, hot. My ultimate butch-on-butch fantasy coming to life. I had felt them moving on top of me—knew it was inevitable and was quite pleased it was happening so soon—sensed its fruition just in time to catch that first glimpse of my own personal goddess-sent, ambrosia-dripping dream. As the intensity of the kiss mounted, their fingers—working individually, then in tandem, then separately again—increased the intensity with which they fucked my cunt. They stretched me wider as the two pairs of lips worked each other over and two pairs o

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

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

"Seriously, Isabella, why not give them a shot? How can you judge romance books when you've never read one? You're always saying not to judge a book by its cover. What happened to that principle of yours?" The answer is simple, and Avery knows it as well as I do. Nonetheless, I respond without hesitation. "Because, when you read something, you're supposed to feel something, or at least that's my expectation. To me, literature is a doorway to dive into an alternate world, hoping to be stirred by the author's work." "That sounds like what that girl who still adores Percy Jackson would say." "Alright, yes, Percy and Annabeth do get together in that series, but Rick Riordan delves more into them

“Luna, Musu is here to see you.” Tyree peeks into the suite. I look at the clock and realized I lost track of time reading books with Greek mythology stories to the twins. “Oh, please, send her in!” I put a bookmark in the story about one of the Fates, Clotho, helping Hermes create the alphabet and smooth out the bedsheets so there is room for her to sit and meet the twins.

"Let's get down to business then." He rose from his seat, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. He placed it on the coffee table beside his phone with a heavy thud. I scanned the crimson cover. Greek Gods was stamped across the center in elegant gold cursive. "Before you start looking for Nicholas, you need to understand the story of Selene, the Moon Goddess, and Endymion, the mortal who stole her heart." Just hearing Selene's name sent a flare of fury through me. The way she'd pulled my strings and made me dance on her palm like a damn puppet made my blood boil. I had truly believed Sofia was someone I would die for. What a fool I'd been.

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

" Well, not everything was burned into ashes... There was a book that the fire couldn't burn. The book is protected by some sort of spells - we tried to reach for the help of witches, but none of them was able to figure how to open it, neither read it. The book is writing in Mycenaean Greek - the most ancient attested form of the Greek language, on the Greek mainland and Crete in Mycenaean Greece (16th to 12th centuries BC)." " Can I have a look at that book?" Asked Chris, and she nodded while looking for the book she was talking about. Somehow it feels wrong to gain someone's trust only to trick him, or kill him in our case. But seeing the thing those people have done to my kind, yet still