Greek Mythology Hecatoncheires Novels & Stories

Hecantoncheires Hecantoncheires means "one hundred hands". They were enormous, had 50 heads and a hundred arms which had great power. There are 3 of these creatures, namely: Briareus who is also called Aegaeon, Cottus, and Gyges who is also called Gyes. They were born of Gaia and Uranus. Because of their bad relationship with Uranus, they were forced by Uranus to return to Gaia's womb. This led to Gaia's rebellion against Uranus. When Cronus had the power he imprisoned them in Tartarus. They were freed by Zeus and fought alongside Zeus against the Titans. They can throw very large stones 100 times more than their opponent. One of them Briareus became Zeus' guard.

A massive bronze statue appeared in front of them. The statue stood nearly twenty meters tall. A massive bronze turtle sat below it, and a lifelike Scylla sat above it. That turtle was the black cooter, a mystical creature that also happened to be the god of the Iron family.

She sighs. “Can I call them here?” He nods, smiling. “Hecate, Pan? A word if you don’t mind.” She speaks lightly, but stands as they pop into the liminal space. Hecate is seven-foot, with pale almost luminous skin, large eyes that glowed a dark purple, a small delicate nose, thin lips, and shoulder length wavy black hair tied back in a ponytail today. Pan’s a Satyr, the top half of a man, and the waist down was all goat.

I can see her body trembling. "But that's absurd; now he doesn't want us to enter Hell?" I screamed in frustration. "We can't do anything; he is the guard of Hades. Satan's father after Cerberus is now guarding Satan." "Look at its heads—each head has a unique name: Cerberus (meaning demon of the pit), Aidoios (meaning destroyer), and Tisiphone (meaning vengeful destruction). These heads represent the past, present, and future, symbolising the creature's knowledge of all things."

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. He cocked his head, looking at me strangely. “What?” I asked. “Why did you say it like that? You put Poseidon above Zeus. No one does that. Zeus is the King of the Gods. He is placed above all.” he explained. “I exist because of Poseidon. He is the one that gifted the bull who would sire me to Minos. He is the one that cursed my mother with lust for the bull after Minos angered him. So it is the God of the Sea who set into motion my creation.” I explained.

He wore dark jeans, evidence of blending in with the humans, and had his trident in one hand. " You too. I can see you somewhat love to be in their clothing." Zeus replied smugly. "I do, but, once I get back into the vast seas, they're rendered useless. They seem to rip right off." He said, forking up a piece of food. His huge hands made the fork look incredibly small. "That's because you're too big for it, once you're in the water." Hermes added, Chuckling. "Enough! Nobody talks until we're done eating." Hera added with a Stern voice. She never had any subtle bone in her, maybe she does, maybe she pretends not to.