Greek Mythology Weeper Novels & Stories

This one flash of hope from the reprieve made the ordeal worse than ever. Along the way, she met the Danaïdes, who were the fifty daughters of the king of Argos. By the command of their father, who had been warned by the oracle that his son-in-law would bring his death, they killed all their husbands in one night. Their punishment in the Underworld was to fill with water a vessel full of holes - a never-ending and useless task. Persephone helped them fill the vessels and the water stayed unleaked. But these vessels would empty out as soon as she left.

“Your friend drugged you and you thought it was funny?” So, I wasn’t the only one that needed therapy. Why did I find that comforting? Man, what was that saying again? Oh, right. Misery loves company. “Hemlock is the god of poison. It’s what he does.” He said in lieu of explanation. “Mm, right. We’ll circle back around to that later. Who is Aranea?” Azrael’s sloped nose wrinkled. “Goddess of arachnids, and before you say anything about her, she has spies everywhere. I speak from experience when I say you do not want to be on her bad side.”

Matt bluntly asked Nisha. “It’s quite the tragic story.” Nisha glanced over at the fur ball with a sad look on her face. “Long, long ago, there was a man called Icarius. He was traveling when he met some shepherds and gave them wine. He did it out of the kindness of his heart. However, the shepherds became drunk and thought Icarius had poisoned them, so they killed him. Icarius had a daughter named Erigone, and she was worried when her father didn’t return and set off with their dog Maera to find him. Maera led Erigone to Icarius’ grave. Erigone became so overwhelmed with grief that she hung herself, and Maera leaped off a cliff. Icarius, Erigone, and Maera are in the sky as the constellatio

Ha, there you go. "Alright. Let's get serious. Since Agape's a Greek, let's choose who's our favourite couple in Greek Mythology and elaborate it. You go first, Granny!" I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows at her. She hissed. She sipped to her wine glass first before answering.

" – Lauren asked, looking at her, touching her hair, trying to align it. “Perhaps because it is mythological in many ways. The goddess Meretseguer was represented by her, Goddess who loves silence, was guardian of the tombs of Thebes, the valley of the kings, when they tried to rob their tombs, it was Meretseguer responsible for giving them lessons, he caused very poisonous bites and blindness to the bad ones, but he could also take care of the good ones who presented themselves as repentant. Also... - He paused causing even more anxiety in Lauren to hear what that very experienced man had to say.

It won’t kill him, but it will disable him. “Selene is using you,” Hera tells them, holding her own wound. “With us gone, there are only three who can take over. Helios, Enos, and Selene.” As the gods watch their children die at the hands of werewolves, Iris sees the fight leave their eyes. Poseidon catches her eye. Iris kneels and shows him the tube. “What is this?” Iris asks. Poseidon laughs, causing green blood flow from his wounds. “Ambrosia, mint, and golden pear. We call it the walking death. It is poison to us, but only for a short time. Di put it in the wine, didn’t he?” Poseidon smirks. “She won the game.”

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

She says, as a whisper. Nevertheless, everyone can hear her. They all hear what she said, but nobody moves. Except for their eyes as they look to Orpheus for direction. All eyes looking toward our leader for what to do with the beast in front of them. A beast that should no longer exist yet, unfortunately, here I am. In front of them all. Orpheus is shell shocked, frozen in place. His eyes are as wide as saucers. Fear. Disbelief. Anger. Those three emotions can be read in his gaze. He looks conflicted, which is an emotion I’ve not ever seen on his face before. However, this is something new to us all. Wolves. Werewolves, to be exact, have been extinct for over a century now. Hunters wiped th

The gods parted, looking down at us both with tears in her eyes. “I—” she began but I quickly yelled at her. “Don’t you say you can’t help!” Boiling tears ran down my cheeks, dripping onto Uriel’s skin. “Don’t you dare!” Hecate walked backwards; her hands folded over her lap backing away. My eyes searched the crowd. “Athena!” my voice cracked, many gods and goddesses looking away in pain. Even they couldn’t look upon my mate, the pitiful sniffles, their weeping faces did not know what I felt. My soul was breaking, my Uriel was fading fast only for her soul to join amongst the stars.

And that's when I remember something, a narrative or a legend I've heard for the longest time. The moon goddess has four warriors....Hera, Aurora, Zoe and Iris who serve her faithfully. Wherever she goes, they are there with her. They are strong, beautiful and smart. No one can ever get close to the moon goddess because of these warriors. However, time must come when they have to leave their mistress behind and descend in our world for they will protect our kind from all danger. No one knows who they are or when they will come, but we all must alert until they show up.