Greek Mythology Hecatoncheires Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Finally, he said in a quiet voice, “Six hellhounds… and the Minotaur.” “Minotaur?” Arkady asked with a cocked brow. “As in mythology?” James nodded solemnly. “Except those pictures and descrip- tions don’t do it justice. If there hadn’t been four of us, there’s no way it would’ve been run off before it ripped me to shreds.” “But… in myth, didn’t it get killed?” Charlie pointed out. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “apparently, Hades is in the business of

“Welcome to our 45th Gauntlet Games!–” Loud cheers erupted, hooting and roars. At the side of the dais, the four visiting Alphas stood in a row, preening at their supporters. Well–all except Alpha Odys. His expression remained blank. “–As is tradition, we’ll kick off the games with the hunt for the Ceryneian Hind.” The Ceryneian was a monstrous fire-snorting doe with a spotted hide and large golden antlers. It was a powerful mystical relic kept at Lyklos Keep that would come to life when placed in the heart of a forest. Once animated, it would roam until captured, after which it would return to its statuesque state.

It creeped me out more than any of the weirdos at the club ever had. “We had better go to my father’s office to let him know that we are here,” Vasilios said as we paused in the great entrance hall of the mansion. The place hadn’t changed in the three years of my absence - the white marble flooring and matching staircase shone like glass, made even more grandiose by the crystal chandelier which hung from the ceiling. Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went.

She has a huge rack of antlers, larger than any deer in the human world and they look like they’re made of gold. ‘My Queen,’ the deer says, bowing to Lily. Lily walks up to her, inclining her head. “GoldMoon is the Ceryneian Hind of Greek mythology,” Lily tells us. Tanya gasps, but I don’t understand the reference. The giant deer turns her head to look at me. ‘Hello, hybrid.’ “Hello, GoldMoon.” Lily turns and looks at me. “Did she speak to you?” “Yes. Is that odd?” I ask.

She tells me. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “Well, a three-headed snake is called a Hydra, but a Chimera is a fire-breathing creature with the head of a lion, the body of a goat and the tail of a snake. But I can see how you mixed up the two of them; they're both part of Greek mythology. But why did you ask about the Hydra? Don't tell me you saw one?” She asked me. “Not really.” I say, and then I wait until we are in the library before I explain I don't want to risk anyone hearing us.

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

Satyrs, wind spirits, naiads, and maenads interact in the wide area; all of them are his followers who kept the peace in the area. A black panther emerged from the lake, a gold collair inlaid with the name NICHOLAS flashes against the morning sun. The big cat was a gift to him from Hephaestus, upon receiving his letter, with the promise that no one else knows his whereabouts. Just as he thought everything was perfect, that's when the first letter with the eagle seal was delivered from the claws of an owl with golden plumes. The very first invitation that wants him to return to Olympus with haste. It has been like this now, for the last decade.

“That actually might be a better idea.” “Who is that?” Caleb asked. “Achilles was a hero in the Trojan War, but now he works for Hades in Tartarus.” I answered since I realized there was a lot about the Gods that Caleb didn’t know. When I looked into my connection with the Gods, most of it had been after Caleb disappeared. I made a mental note to discuss the history of the Greek Gods with Caleb when we weren’t trying to escape death. “If he is working for Hades, what makes you think he will go against Hades and help us take the Scepter?” Caleb’s brow furrowed.