Greek Myths Eros Novels & Stories

she explained. Iris is taken aback by what Diandra said. "I am glad to hear that you like me. But I think you must have mistaken about Eros. I am one of many. He has a harem full of willing women at his disposal. Me on the other hand always troubles him. I think he is feeling guilty about what happened to me in his kingdom. So he is helping me" she told Diandra about what you she understood. Diandra smiled at those words.

the stranger explained. The prince stared at him with wide eyes because of too much shock. "Then you must be-" He wasn't able to continue his sentence because the stranger continued it for him. "Eros, the God of Love. Son of Aphrodite and the warrior Adonis. Ana Mae's older brother!" Prince Zion was stunned with his answer. Now he's facing the God of Love himself! "So you're here to protect your sister from me?" he asked as if challenging the God of Love.

Ersa’s expression immediately changed, even after hearing Eros’s words just now added more changes to her expression. Eros’s voice began to be heard again by them, “Sorry to make you hear this, Miss Ersa. Maybe you don’t know who Siska is, but this girl is a snake in my eye that almost pecked me. Anyone who tries to get into my private affairs or touch my lover, that person will not live in peace. I promise you that.” Ersa smiled awkwardly after hearing Eros’ word, who seemed to pose a threat to her. Eros’s words were a threat to Ersa. So that Ersa doesn’t get too close to him and even more so annoys Kanya.

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

"She isn't crowned yet." "Were you crowned the King of Lust?" Eros froze. He never was but still he was called that. His voice faltered "Queen Persephone, my greetings. I am Eros- the god of Lust and Love." he finally greeted the enchanting beauty sitting on the throne as she was born for it. Big, dark wavy curls falling on her waist were making her seem more exotic then she was. Petite, small, delicate beauty but her aura screamed power...of fury, she was a warrior.

I mumbled softly and heard Faro snort in sarcasm. “Hold on a second. What did you mean by Eros's marking me as he is…as he is what?” I questioned and his eyes danced in merriment. “Tess, Eros is a DEMON! In hell, he has horns, hooves, and a pointed tail, and to mark you, he must be in his true form,” he chuckled at the look of disbelief I had on my face. “But he's so handsome,” I muttered in befuddlement.

I say, letting some sincerity into my voice. He bobs his head in acknowledgment, and we continue. I practice fighting while holding back, and he goes all out as much as possible. JASON POV I strain my new muscles as I lift more than I ever have. Eros and I haven't really spoken much. I am honestly too angry to connect with him, and he is sulking. It's weird. He might be thousands of years old but learning that he most likely won't experience true love in this lifetime has him bent out of shape. He fits his name correctly. Eros, the god of love destined to a life of loneliness.

''Bad friend said, ''Things like what? ''Leeela said, ''You shouldn't gossip. ''good Firend said, '' I want to hear it. ''Leela said, '' You know him as Eros but he was once knowed as red. ''Bad Friend '' Weird Leela why they call him that?'' '' Well that Because he showed up to moon valley with his clothes soak in blood and that how he got the nick name red'' '' But anyway I heard he was in love with a girl name Nomai, They have been together since they were young. Eros was in his father army and he killed many people. Eros rebel against his father for his girlfriend. ''Bad friend said,

While Ares’ thrusting had a little more pace, Eros licked and fingered me through every clench, growling praises into my soaked flesh. “Good girl.” “Come for the oracle.” “Such a good fucking girl soaking my face.” “That’s it…” The rest I stopped hearing as my vision had whited out for a moment. By the time I came to, Eros was kissing my trembling thighs and pussy softly while his brother brushed the tears from my cheek almost tenderly. So tenderly that I was tempted to forget. However, with both cocks fully erected, I knew my grievance with Ares could wait a while.

Then look at her with admiration. “The Ancient Greeks recognised between five and eight types” “Did they now?” I raise an eyebrow at her “So, like, Eros?” “Romantic and sexual love – obsession...” I sigh again and look at the ceiling. “The Greeks considered Eros dangerous because that kind of love could make you lose control.” “So... kinda selfish then?” Lise smirks at me. “Is this what I look like when I’m explaining stuff I’m interested in?” “Pretty much” I laugh, in spite of myself.