Greek Mythology Vulcan Novels & Stories

"Well, there's us, vampires, witches, and elves. Though elves tend to stick to themselves. We know they're here on Earth, but no one's spotted on in years." "So who's this vampire God guy, then?" I ask. "His official title is God of Death and Immortality," she tells me. "Sounds about right," I run my hands through my tangled hair, trying to comb it out as we talked. "His official name is Thanatos. You might've heard that one in some human Greek adaptations of the Astral." "Does The Moon Goddess have a name?" "Her name is Aega."

She had finally put her fears aside and did what was best for her and everyone. Vulcan had stated his anger toward the true North Pack and the Wavecrest Pack, saying he's always hated the water packs ' signature that could quench his fire so easily. It sounded like a joke, and even though they both laughed about it, Rhiannon could feel the anger and malice behind the joke. Elijah kept walking around with Vulcan, even as the warriors dispersed. She was waiting for Elijah to be done with the Alpha for the night so they could continue their discussion.

I covered my mouth and screamed, as if I had just seen a ghost. 2 Perhaps Shia did not know who he was. But I recognized that face immediately. Thor, the God of Strength, son of Odin—one of the chief gods reborn in Asgard. Alongside Hodr, the God of Darkness, and Heimdall, the Guardian God, he belonged to the same battle unit. Together, they had slaughtered countless members of the Vanir. Though none of them individually matched Lan’s strength, the three seemed bound together in spirit and soul from birth. Whenever they appeared simultaneously within Vanir territory, no survivors were ever left behind.

All pulled straight from ancient legends. “What’s Greek mythology, Uncle Handsome?” Summer asked, plopping down on the floor across from him. They sat cross-legged, facing each other like old friends. Artemis collapsed onto the sofa and started scrolling through her phone. “It’s the stories and gods of ancient Greece,” Apollo explained. “Your Grandpa Hades is named after the God of the Underworld. Your dad—Helios—is the God of the Sun. That’s why I thought you named her Summer.” Ah. That made sense. The Sun God and the hottest season—of course Apollo would connect the two. I’d never known Helios’s name had roots in mythology.

After a moment later, he got away from me, landing on the bed next to me, his fangs visible. " You're right Scarlett, maybe... maybe I don't really love you, maybe we are never meant to be together. Avadrus shouldn't made you my mate," He did it again! Something so normal and natural to him, hurting me was more like his daily routine now. At first, he had risked everything to put a smile on my face and now he was regretting that we are mates? Avadrus! Talon had told me that Avadrus was the god of the vampires.

Those eyes though were very unique – copper with flecks of silver. “It’s nice to meet you,” Jackson said and took it upon himself to introduce us. He even got all of our Cabinet’s names correct. “It’s nice to meet you too.” He gave us a smile and knelt down between the two dogs. “I know that they plan on divulging information in the meeting, but these two eager ones sensed your presence once you got into the pack. This is Roman,” he said, pointing to the one in front of Jackson. “And this one is Venus. They’re Hellhounds whose duty is to be guardians to the ones that Hades chooses. They’re powerful creatures, which is why he is selective in whom he picks.”

They had this black colour that seemed to shimmer in the light, golden lines spiralling into runes and patterns from the wrist downwards On the very back of the palm was the symbol of a Hamner and an anvil in a blaze of fire. Rubbing my hands over the runes, I jumped back when the gauntlets suddenly lit up, the light dying as I retracted my hands. "Interesting." Bama mumbled. "What?" I asked, inspecting my hands for any damage. "These gauntlets were made by Hestia, Virgin goddess of the hearth and home, and her nephew, Hephaestus, god of craftsmanship and artisan of the Olympian gods." He explained.

Her ebony hair and blue eyes gave off a maternal vibe. "That would be most agreeable," Zeus nodded. His voice was husk. His bluish gray hair and green eyes gave off a serious demeanor. "To my left is Salax the demon God of Lust, to my right is Veraque, demon God of envy. Across from me is Erys and next to him is Kira. To what do I own the honor of our meeting?" I was putting on my best formal attitude. I had no idea what the Olympians were capable of, or how far their reach went.

“But Kolya is just a bannik.” “Perhaps he seems so, appearances-wise, but his bloodline speaks otherwise.” Anya's head swum. Memories of the old tales of the gods told round the hearth-fire by Dmitri surfaced in her mind. She recalled the thunder god Perun, king of storms, and his rival jovial Veles, lord of cattle and the leafy green underworld. She thought of the golden spring god Jarilo and his lover Morena, goddess of winter, death, and witchcraft, eternal enemy of Chernobog.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.