Greek Mythology Dionysus Novels & Stories

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's gone to take care of his father's funeral. His face looked downcast, let's just hope that once buried, he feels that his father is in a better place. “I don't think so. We all know that the crimes he committed, are not easily forgiven by the moon goddess. So, you are aware that you are not in a better place, Rain.” I mean, feeling a little bad because that's the way reality is. Dionysus was not a good husband, father or leader. Therefore, I doubt that the few good actions he performed are enough to balance the scales. “Then, I will ask your father to take care of choosing the best men and preparing the plane for your trip tomorrow. Rest for now, we all need it here.

"Well, Dion is a shortcut for Dionysus, right? And Dionysus is the Greek God of wine." "How odd. You seem close when you two first met, and you were so happy when he treated you on the mall, right?" He shrugs, "That's because you were just starting back then. Now, you are boyfriend and girlfriend, and that's a different thing to discuss. Perhaps when I talk to him and I am assured that he won't hurt you, I'll be back with my amazing and awesome perspective of him." "Oh, boy. I've told you already, he won't hurt me. Well, not for a purpose."

But that was intriguing enough, he didn't understand and wondered how that could be possible. "It is not uncommon to notice or list gods and historical personalities who enjoyed the ambiguous physical form, or the facility to transit between the feminine and masculine self when necessary, proof of this are the strong presence of many of them in mythology for usufructs that were not only related to sex. Even if this fact was providential in most of these. One of the companions of Hermaphroditus, and this is implicitly exposed without much detail, was Dionysus, considered patron god of hermaphrodites and transvestites, son of Zeus with Semele in one of the perfidies of the god. He lost his mot

The Naxos Island will soon be missed. Ariadne didn't answer, she pressed her naked body against Leon's body, making Leon's pants feel even tighter. Leon recalls that in the legend, Ariadne would become the wife of Dyonisius, the god of wine, on the island of Naxos. He didn’t know what happens, if Theseus slept with Ariadne before that happened. "Touch me, Theseus," said Ariadne in a very seductive voice.

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

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

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

I'm doing my best lost puppy face. - Hi - he releases the hood of the car, making a loud noise, which is softened by the sound playing outside - I am Dionísio. I can see you stomping around the Bronx chasing your man, and honestly, I don't care. You know he's probably fucking another woman. I widen my eyes. First, Dionysus, as the god of wine? Second, is this what women expect from their husbands here? Because if so, it's exactly the same as politics. And, third but not least, my man?

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it