Greek Mythology Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Why do I feel this story wouldn't end well? "Back then both packs were still on good terms. But when the moon goddess mated Bathsheba to Griffin… Bathsheba still used to have a crush on Jettison; she'd always had a crush on him for so long, and I tried to talk her out of it, since Jettison never noticed her. But she wouldn’t listen. Things got worse when she got mated to Griffin. Even then, she wouldn’t stop her silly fantasies about Jettison." Her jaw tightened at this point, her voice growing bitter as the look in her eyes turned even darker. "And then it happened. Out of annoyance, Griffin killed her." The words slammed into me so hard I staggered back.

She kept on punching him until she her lost all her energy to battle against the giant creature, he wrapped his hands around her tightly not leaving any space between them. “You belong to Zeus!!” he spoke again and kissed her while she couldn’t say anything. AUTHOR’S NOTE: - This novel contains consensual sexual description, violence, death, toxicity, swearing, mentions of guns, blood and drugs etc. Just because a character has opinions and actions, doesn’t mean the author agrees with it. It is a fictional and a romance-werewolf novel, with 18+ maturity. Hope you’ll find this story worth your time and I would appreciate your support. Thank you.

Ken asked, equally interested after hearing that Jeremy belongs to the literature department. Jeremy caressed the book and involuntarily smiled. "Simply put.." Jeremy began. "It's a representation of Greek mythology, Latin Folklore and further afield legends in a way—enjoyable to read." Ken shook his head as if understanding what Jeremy said but then wrinkled his brows. "Mythology?" Monroe pushed Ken's elbow which was rubbing against her chest and interrupted. "Is it in your curriculum? Or just a reference reading?" "I am reading it out of sheer curiosity." Jeremy flapped the pages of the book. "In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of t

she asked quietly, wondering if she misheard. “I want to be your Typhon, honey. Like Typhon, described as one of the most powerful and fearsome deities. I want to be the same. And just like in his story, I’m willing to be imprisoned, not under Mount Etna, but beside you, with you, forever.” Dark’s eyes grew deep and shadowed as he pressed his forehead against hers. Cassandra closed her eyes as Dark gently cupped her face between his palms. “When did you start getting interested in Greek mythology?” Cassandra teased lightly, a soft laugh escaping her. She opened her eyes again, meeting his gaze... his blue eyes were overflowing with love.

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

I answered immediately, having no real idea if that was the case. Her soft laughter echoed around me. “Possibly. Anyway, the many marriages, affairs, and rapes that occur in Greek mythology are rather interesting. At least, I find it interesting. I’m intrigued by the openness of their lives. They held no secrets. If they wanted something, they went after it. While a few of the unsavory individuals would scheme to get what they wanted, the stories are generally of those who had no shame about what they wanted.” “Like their very strange predilections,” I said.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

Slowly, deliberately, I opened it. Greek mythology. My breath caught. The cover was glossy and new. I flipped it open, the pages crisp beneath my fingertips, the scent of fresh paper and ink rising up, familiar and comforting. Only Damian knew. Only Damian knew how I’d always lost myself in these stories, gods and mortals, tragedies and triumphs, flawed heroes and inevitable endings. How I found comfort in myths that never pretended happy endings were guaranteed. A warmth spread through my chest, tender and bittersweet all at once.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b