Greek Mythology Demigod Names Novels & Stories

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.

I thought and Mac leaned close to me. "Hook up?" He said helpfully, and I nodded. Of course, he would know that and not simple history. "Yes, Mac," I said, smiling at him. "Hook up. Hook up with mortals to be specific. Do you know what the children of a mortal and a god are called?" I asked and Mac nodded, a smile still on his lips. "Demigods, or half-bloods." He answered correctly and I raised my brows at him in shock.

"Aubrey?" My eyes began to change color slightly, could it be that the person who gave the kid this name is the owner of the goblins, after all, only a name scares the elves? Demigod? I've heard numerous legends of demigods, incredibly bold and aggressive people who inherited their heavenly god parents and were more strong than mortals. The ancient monsters were all eliminated by competent demigods, but in the end, demigods were just half-humans, half-gods, and they had to live samsaric lives, not everlasting like gods. Only truly outstanding demigods can be made a minor deity and become immortal.

“Most people equate water solely with Poseidon, but they forget that there is another deity who has dominion as well: Thetis.” Blakeney stared intently into her eyes. “She is the goddess of the sea and birthed demigod children as well, Achilles being one of her most famous. The point is,” he pressed on, “that whoever is the element of water may very well contain not only Poseidon blood on both sides, maternal and paternal, but Thetis as well. This is something the enemy may not have thought of yet, so I want you to assemble a list of potential candidates whom fit that description as well. Can you do that?” Eliza nodded. “yes, sir.”

he said, though there was no suspicion in his voice – only curiosity. "And there is something familiar about you, though I know we have never met before. Are you... are you one of the divine ones who walk among us now?" Eirene smiled, reaching out to touch the bark of the olive tree beside them, feeling its steady life force beneath her fingers. "I am Eirene, daughter of Hera and Zeus," she said simply. "Though I think of myself more as a bridge between worlds than as something separate from either." Instead of being overwhelmed, Lysander’s eyes lit up with interest.

I sit on the bed next to her with our other son and we look down at them. “So, what do you think?” I ask her. She makes a sound. “Let’s see…Selene for our daughter, Eros for this little guy, and Damion. Greek god names just like you.” I look at her. “Are you sure? My mother isn’t the best example to follow.” Blue laughs. “Your names are beautiful and unique. Our babies should have names just as special.” “Okay. Nice to meet you Selene, Eros and Damion. Welcome to the family.”

I am not showing any, especially not to her. “However, given that mommy Minthe was also a long-standing cum bucket for Hades, god of the underworld, home-wrecking whore Minthe claimed that her bastard brat son is the son of Hades. And you know what, my dear…son? This stupid cuckold Hades believed his mistress Minthe.

Then she stared at the baby in her arms who this spell had been made for. “Sorry little one but your life is one of evil now.” She went back to the rocking chair. “Now what shall be your name my litte wrekun ( meaning demon in witch language) can't name you junior Zeus doesn't have the right ring to it.” She began to think. “Aha! I found the correct name! Anarta you shall be Anarta son of Zeus and also destroyer of Zeus...if not the whole world. I can't wait. But for now sleep my wrekun.”

She glared at him removing her other airpod as well. "And may I know why you were roaming around in the house like a jinn, in the dead of night?" She asked in the same way not replying to his question. He groaned annoyed by her and was about to leave, his starvation long forgotten. "Einstein" he stopped hearing her call him with that stupid nickname she has given him. He never understood why and for what purposes she was always after his life but no matter how much he scolded her she would never leave him alone.

Without her, both my mother and I would have died that night. I was born with golden ichor in my veins. That was the King’s blood, and it meant I was no ordinary mortal but a demigod. My mother held me and wept for a long time. “Hebe,” she said, “you have divine blood now. That means you will never die, doesn’t it?” She did not know. The ichor could not save me. The year I turned three, Hera’s nephew, a demigod boy named Alcyoneus, fifteen years old and built like an ox, came upon me on the Sacred Stair of Olympus. He asked whose daughter I was. I said I was Semele’s daughter.