Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Novels

he replied to me. Why does it sound so...Greek? These are the monsters in Greek mythology. More so, they are called titans but here, they are called demons. Who would think that these are true in the human world? If I hadn't stumbled upon Wysteria, I probably wouldn't have believed them to be true to this day. After all, Greek mythology is not real. They are just stories from their Greek ancestors. "It doesn't look like the monsters are easy to attack," I commented because even though I couldn't see the others, just thinking that there were many minotaurs and serpentines that I was sure was a big snake scared me.

Zoey shouted and pressed for the ground floor button. "What? Now I'm a cheater? Great!" "Don't shout at me!" "Don't shout at me, too! You're hurting my feelings!" "Cheaters don't have feelings!" Dionysus looked like he was about to give up. "For fuck's sake! I just thought of that name because I fancy Greek mythology so much, alright? I'm a bookworm and I always loved to read books about Greek gods and goddesses. Please, will you believe me?" Zoey remained silent. "Hey. If you want proof, we can go to the library now. It's on the second floor, beside my workroom here."

I promised. And it is a promise I intend to keep. TBC Don't forget to click on my book HiS LITTLE MINIONS Here's a sneak peek Chapter 1 Men, Huge In-between~ Cassandra "Hmm. I've always wondered about Greek Gods and the Plutonian's men with coçk so huge they'll destroy your pússy as they thrust into you with deep strokes, eliciting dark pleasures and desire so raw, you'd see stars." My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book.

Ares said, while scratching the side of his brow. "Why? How did you say that?" She asked curiously. "Well, I just thought about it right now. You already know, right? That our names are from Greek mythology. " She nodded at what Ares said. She had known that for a long time because she asked Zeus. "Oh, I know what Greek Mythology is," Astraea said, raising her hand. "It's a Greek culture, uncle Ares?" Astraea said, smiling. "Yes, it is Astraea," Ares said to her daughter, "but did you know that Ares, Selene, and Zeus are gods and goddesses in Greek mythology?"

"That is a beautiful name. Which reminds me, this manor also has a name, doesn't it?" I nod. "Very true, the name of the manor is 'Cadmus', who was the first Greek hero in Greek mythology," I say as-a-matter-of-fact. "Yes, before you ask, my father was a great fan of mythology. He named all of our properties using names from different myths." She giggles and then thinks about something, I read the wheels spinning in her head. "If you could put a name to a new place, like a new house or new piece of land, what would it be?" She asks.

“Check this out.” Jasper turned the laptop screen to face us as we gathered around, “It’s a story of Greek mythology on how werewolves were created.” “The first Lycan wolf was created by Zeus, the Greek God as a punishment for committing murder and placed on a deserted island where he was cursed to live a life of solitude and suffering for eternity.” Alpha Allison read aloud the part that Jasper highlighted and looked at us. “That’s all it says?” I wondered, confused by how an entire race came to be of a single Lycan.

~ Eternity finishes. I just barely suppress the reaction of my mouth dropping open in shock. It sounds like a freaking telenovela! But I guess even celestial beings have jealousy and rivalries. Just look at the Norse God myths. There’s jealousy and back stabbing throughout their supposed history. I adjust myself as I refocus back onto Giselle.

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”

"Go to sleep, monkey. I can see the light of your television through the window. Let me guess, Jenea kicked you out?" "It's my choice to sleep here you, monkey. Go to sleep." She just replied with a middle finger emoji. I chuckled. I didn't notice that the movie I'm watching is already finished. I browsed Netflix until I saw my favorite movie. Percy Jackson. This one really never gets old to me. If there is something that makes me fascinated, it is Greek mythology. Well except from Jenea. She makes me feel all the feelings in this goddamn universe. "Cursed blade shall reap." I chorused Percy's line

Cordelia had listened in whenever she could, and little by little learned more than her cousin did. Flopping down onto her small bed, Cordelia revelled in a moment of relaxation. Her blue skirt landed around her like petals. Although her room was tiny, and sometimes chilly, she loved it. No one else ever climbed to the top of the house where she was tucked away. She had slowly collected the stubs of candles until she could fill her tiny windowsill. As she lit them, she felt as though she were casting a spell. Running her hands along her quilt, she could feel the scraps of her childhood dresses. She reached for one of the books she kept hidden behind her dresser. Lately she had been entranced