Greek Myths Eros Novels & Stories

Looking at him with a poker face, I bite my lips to stop myself from giggling. “There are four types of love: eros, philia, storge, and agape. A human can’t skip all these.” He raised his brow, apparently challenging my knowledge. “I mean, eros.” “Eros is a concept in ancient Greek philosophy referring to sensual or passionate love, from which the term erotic is derived.” “Yes. That erotic and passionate love. Have you felt that already?”

Many were holding pickaxes and shovels, digging at the surrounding rocks and ground while women wearing skimpy outfits with tiny black wings attached onto their backs lashed out at the men, occasionally whipping the men's already feeble bodies with the long thorny whips in their hands. "Where am I? Didn't I die? Is this hell?" [You've transmigrated into a young man's body in a parallel world called Fiore. In this world, the Gods had either all died or were captured by the demons.] A mechanical voice sounded. "Whoa, who is speaking to me?" Alex looked to his surrounding frantically, surprised by the sudden voice. [I'm the Eros God System, created by God Eros during the War of Genesis waged be

Then he took it to Vivienne. She read it. Set the paper down. I looked out the window. "Eros," she said. "Yes." "Zeus is sending Eros as his emissary." "Yes." She turned from the window. "Not a warrior. Not a legal officer. Not a political instrument." She held his gaze. "The god of the bond." "Yes," Magnus said.

“I know Eros was the Greek God of Love, right? Cupid was his Roman counterpart.” “Yup.” “Who’s Psyche?” Hayden smiled. “His lover. She was a mortal woman said to have possessed unimaginable beauty and grace. They faced many obstacles for their love but overcame them. In the end, Psyche was elevated to the status of a Goddess and they were allowed to have a sacred marriage.” Georgia was impressed by his knowledge of this stuff. She smiled. “Aw, babe. That’s sweet but I don’t think of myself as someone that possesses unimaginable beauty and

“One night when she made her way up there , she notices that she was not the only one there basking at the beautiful scenery – she instantly falls in love when the mysterious man turns around to look at her. There was some thing different about him , something that made her heart pound by just looking at him. People say that when she touched him , she could feel sparks and when she was near him she was engulfed by his scent of rainfall and soil. They began to meet every night , just so that they could be together with out any one being around…” “Awww…” the father and daughter duo sounds out. “How ever , what they did not know was that , not only had her beauty attracted human men but jealous

“Alright, so who is the god of love? That’s who I want to thank for Katie and Kara coming into my life, and I guess your Moon Goddess lady, too.” “Let me think. It’s been a couple of years since I studied Greek history.” Zara taps her finger on her lip, trying to recall the information. “Eros. Romans call him Cupid.” “Shut up, Zara.” Jasper says in a flat tone. His face darkens as he turns his attention fully to her. Zara sits up taller at his rare change in mood. “Jas, what the fuck?” I growl at him.

I wondered what he was a god of, and who was his mother? Artemis laughed, "Eros, I don't think anyone needs your services around here." "As my mother is important, so am I." "Eros? The god of sex?!" I blurted out, jumping up from where I'd seated. "Who is she? And I'm not 'the god of sex' like you say it." Then his voice changed seductively, " it's Eros, god of love, and sexual desires"

—Tell me," says Erika anxiously. —I thought I wouldn't feel anything when I saw him again, that it would be a bitter memory that I would hate to see... but when I saw him, my heart went crazy, as crazy as the first time we were together, my judgment was clouded for a moment... ash, I'm dying because I wonder who was Adriel and Ada's father. —Oh my friend! —chilla excited —This is like a fairy tale.... —It's not. —I said seriously —A story if there was love, but he never loved me.

I struggled to speak, swallowing nervously as I straightened up and tried to break my hand from his but he would not let me go, "n-nothing..." He hummed, his eyes looking me head to toe for any wounds, "I suppose you are correct, my Aphrodite," he paused, leaning down and placing his forehead on mine, "there is always some truth to myths. I, of all people," he pressed his nose against my button nose, his lips a breath away from my own, "should know that."