Greek Mythology Ya Books 소설 & 이야기

My fingers scanned the faded spines until they stopped on a worn, hardcover copy of Greek Mythology. I took the book and retreated to a single desk beneath the window, as far away from Vera's circle as possible. Opening the heavy cover, I tried to lose myself in the text, tracing the printed lines about ancient gods and trials. Reading always used to ground me, but today, the letters seemed to blur together on the page. A sudden, violent smack rattled my desk. Vera’s palm was flat against my open book, pinning the pages down. I froze for a beat, watching her knuckles turn white, before slowly raising my eyes to meet her glare.

On Thursday, the other two books arrived. Ernest saw them on the hall table before Don did—a collection of essays by a Greek poet whose name Ernest did not recognize, and a slim volume about the food of northern Greece, specifically Thessaloniki. The food book was the smallest of the three, but it had been placed precisely on top of the other two, and Ernest recognized the placement as Don's—the particular organization of someone who had thought about the order of reading. The food book would be third. The essays would be second. The Byzantine history was first, and Don was already a hundred pages into it. At dinner, Ernest said: "Three books."

Alcmene turns to look down her back and past her tail at the nine wolves behind us. “Let’s say for a minute that I believe… everything you have told me. Why would Zaine’s wolf not tell him all of this? Zaine has devoted himself to studying the myths and legends of ancient Greece. He would know more about this than anyone here.” My memory flits back to the night Alcmene came to me. I knew to creep past the library because Zaine would be in there, pouring over the giant text books left behind by Alpha Theo.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

“Because you’re one spitfire of a lycan.” “It’s the Greek translation of the word,” she continued. “There are books in the library written in Greek. They’re yours, aren’t they?” “Yes.” “I could tell some things from the pictures and a few words looked familiar. I think I’d like to know what they say.” She paused momentarily. “I read the book about your family.”

I just read the title of the book. Mythology. That's what it says. Mythology? It's just like Greek mythology. Maybe its content is about the Pandorian gods? So I became interested in the book so I brought it and looked for Yuwe and saw that he was already sitting in the empty seat so I approached him and sat down. He looked at me and smiled. "What book did you take?" Yuwe asked me more. I lifted the book before placing it on the table and sitting next to it. "Mythology," I answer here.

Jade questions. "I told you I can't give away any detailed information." Joan looks up from the book, to stare at Jade, her voice serious. "Okay" Jade nods her head in understanding, "then where is my hint?" "Here" Joan pushes the book she was holding onto Jade's hands, in which she was already carrying the book she found earlier. "This is your hint." "Wait-what?" Jade stares at the book's title. 'Werewolf Mythology : The love story of Lycaon and Lydia'.

I suddenly had a flashback of my Mom and my nightmare but tried my best to ignore it for now. After that, I went to eat my food. I needed to get back on my feet to have enough strength in finding Claire, my Mom's best friend. Maybe, Doron can help me since he seems so kind. I sigh. I promise Mama, I will look for Claire. I will get revenge for what they did to you... I said to myself. I need to eat well to have back my strength, and Doron was right about it. And I know it would not be easy. I'm praying to the mighty Abba that he will guide me with this journey. Abba... I hope that You will guide me.

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

He pulled out the book and handed it over to Audrey. Audrey placed her hands on the cover of the book, tracing it surface. The moment she opened it, Audrey realized the text were written in Greek and using her knowledge, she knew she could easily assimilate what is written. "What are you looking for by the way?" Martin asked, curiousity taking over his entire state of mind. Audrey looked up at him from the book and for a moment she wondered if it was ideal to tell him. "Have you ever heard of Alpha Brian?" Audrey asked and from the look on Martin's face, he seemed not to have heard of the great Alpha.