Greek Mythology Vulcan Novels & Stories

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.

Klay stands next to Milo, watching Leticia with starry eyes. Heph motions to his side for me to stand and begins his speech. “My name is Hephaestus. God of Fire and Technology. I’m here today in endorsement of the Goddess Iokaste Mason and in defiance of certain Gods on Mount Olympus. I would like to tell everyone this is going to be a joyous occasion, and it is, but based on recent events, I want to warn you that as we move through the ceremony, Zeus himself may show his disapproval of your Luna’s ascension to Luna of the Menae. It matters not. When she has completed the ceremony, no one can take the honor away from her.”

He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

Violet said, “I.. intend to work here to learn from your teachings.“ “Really? Sounds to me as though you're a fraud who just want to gather information about my shop and sell it to someone else.” Violet did not react, “I did not lie. In truth, I come here to learn how to sew so I could give it as an offering to the god I worship.” In the world, worshipping gods was not a new thing. “Really? I worship hera, the goddess of women, marriage, and childbirth. Which god do you worship?” Hera was indeed impressive but not as good as her. “I worship Xenia, the god of justice, freedom and equality between men.”

said the man named Enphinius. “Master is impatient, we don't have time. Master needs Watson Layer by the day after tomorrow and we need to get him back on time.” Pacular with a cold face looked at Vivian, seemingly sensing a different energy from her. “Too much danger if we wait, Enphinius. Owner has sensed that Hector's energy has disappeared. I wonder if the gods of Olympus found out that Hector is the second spirit born from the River Styx, but it doesn't benefit the master at all."

Zayn growled as the force in his foot slowly dialed to the eleven. The man howled. Raw pain thrashed against his senses and caused an involuntary spasm. Amid the searing pain, the man felt Zayn’s killing intent directed at him, and knew that if he remained tight-lipped, he would die. His innate instinct for self-preservation escaped his throat as a scream, “Vulcan! My name is Vulcan! Please—don’t kill me!” Vulcan? As in, the Roman god of fire—that Vulcan?

Venus smiled at Apollo and Mercury and made no answer. Then Juno, scowling at the vain maiden, reached her long white arm and dragged her son, Vulcan, the lame smith-god, from where he had been hiding behind the other gods, ashamed to be seen. Vulcan was born because of Juno's jealousy. She was bitter with Jupiter since he had born two gods all by himself. Minerva sprang from her father's head, and Bacchus was born out of his thigh.

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

she said as her tears fall continuously. "We've been waiting for you to come home." Ana Mae stared at the man standing behind her real mother. "How silly of I, I forgot to introduce you to everyone," Aphrodite chuckled. "This is your father, Hephaestus the God of fire and blacksmith," she introduced her husband to their daughter. Hephaestus wasn't able to stop himself from crying and hugging his daughter. He rushed towards her and gave her a warm hug which made Ana Mae flattered.