Greek Mythology Poseidon Novels & Stories

"Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, and more." "If we're reintroducing ourselves, I suppose I should join in." A gruff voice says, the voice of an approaching man. His shoulders are broad and chiseled, his dark blue t-shirt clinging tightly to him, his hair a deep black, matching his equally dark, scruffy beard. His eyes are a clear ocean blue, glittering with mischief, a necklace of seashells strung around his neck. "I am Poseidan." He says in a voice that screams of power, promising violence at any challenge. "And this is my wife, Amphrite."

, she started. “Wait, what are Nerids”, she asked mispronouncing the word completely. “Nereids”, Fiona corrected, “Nereids are particularly associated with the Aegean Sea, where they dwelt with their father Nereus in the depths within a golden palace. The most notable of them are Thetis, wife of Peleus and mother of Achilles; Amphitrite, wife of Poseidon and mother of Triton; and Galatea, the vain love interest of the Cyclops Polyphemus”, she listed, “Though that really isn’t important, I only know about it because Edwards made me study about them when he wanted help in how to woo her”, she grumbled a tad fondly. “Anyway, according to Greek Mythology, Cetus or The Leviathan is a sea monster;

he drawled calmly. "That was Poseidon, god of the seas. Everyone knows that he is a jolly good fellow, always partying and dining but is very greedy with his treasures. But Hades, is sensitive, depressed, and irritable. Very short-tempered and quick to lash out," she countered. "There were other gods besides Poseidon," he said frowning at her obvious neglect of his accomplishments. "Yes, I know, there was Aeolus, god of the wind. Demeter, goddess of the harvest and seasons. Apollos, god of light, prophecy, healing, and plague," she listed them out.

my brows furrowed. Katrina eyed me. "Sonia? Why does it sound like you are dying to hear the rest of my story? And don't give me the rest of that boring speech of yours. So, over to my story. I stalked your neighbor and got to know that he's a gym instructor over at the gym in the alley. His name is Poseidon." "His name is Poseidon?" I inquired. "Yeah, that was what I said." His name fitted him perfectly. He was the exact image of the Greek god, given the right contours and molded to the god's explicit image.

"Any-way" continues, almost without taking any breaths. "At the time of the great flood shifters stayed in their animal form and survived the flood the destruction, but God decided he had to create beings that could help him make decisions on what to do with the world he had created and made Hera, the goddess of woman and child birth, Poseidon the god of sea and Athena goddess of war and wisdom.

His looks seemed like he was planning something disgraceful. “Hades,” Poseidon uttered, his tone threatening. Hades looked at him with a piercing glare and then let out a sinister laugh. “Poseidon, Poseidon, Poseidon... how is your son on earth?” Hades said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Don’t you dare touch my son, Hades!” Poseidon was aggrieved at the mention of his son. He doesn’t know how Hades learns about his son. He sensed Zeus’ stare and he let out a sigh.

Arion is an ordinary human being with a special talent, the man remembers the origins of Kaia—the woman he loves. *** Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful naiad named Iris. His mane is long to his ankles, the color of a sparkling aquamarine. Her skin was clear and almost made herself transparent. The flow of blood could be seen from outside the skin, and even the red-colored muscles could be seen though faintly. However, that terrible thing was unable to cover her beauty so Poseidon fell under her charms. "Thank you," said Iris. That afternoon, Poseidon came down to Earth to bring Iris special food from Olympus. The god known as the ruler of the seas, rivers, and lakes became 'blind' si

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

With that said, he thrust his great trident on the floor, and light exploded, swiping around him as he flew off from Olympus and plunged straight into the sea. Poseidon came to his new kingdom with high spirit. He immediately set about building a huge underwater palace with humongous crystal rocks. There he ordered a great throne made of pearls and coral to be fashioned for him. After the massive amount of work had been done and the god was crowned, King of the Sea, Poseidon needed a queen. Among the maidens that dwelled in his prosperous region, none was more beautiful than Thetis, a beautiful Nereid, the water nymph, known as the goddess of water, one of the fifty daughters of the ancient

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.