Greek Myths Orpheus Novels & Stories

She nodded again to confirm to herself his lack of silliness and their abundance of it and he let out a satisfied grunt as if he'd been watching the progression of her thoughts along with her. "Now...about what's going on." His voice lowered again and she leaned in so that he could speak as softly as he desired, the result of which was that he leaned in as well and brushed his lips against her temple before continuing. "It was one of the oracles. Not the human ones like those at Delphi, but one of ours. One of the gorgons, in fact. It appears someone pulled an Odysseus on the poor, foolish creature and managed to get their hands on the methods to a sacred form of magic...one that uses names.

The fountain will pour out water as clear as crystal and the broken glass doors will mend themselves standing tall. The overgrown garden will turn into a beautiful piece of heaven with butterflies flying around the colorful flowers. "Gullon see aati hai Mehak aisi Khabar shehar ko hojati hai aamad e bahar ki" my head snapped to the source of voice but I found no one. The voice of this male was dominating, strong and deep like that of a powerful man. (The scent flows through the garden as such That's the whole town gets the new of spring's arrival)

‘A human… can’t defy fate…’ “Do you believe that, Grandpa? That we really can’t defy fate?” she asked softly. The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was one of the most famous tales in Greek mythology—a tragic love story. When Eurydice died, Orpheus, driven by love, journeyed into the Underworld to plead with Hades and Persephone to return her to life. They agreed, on one condition: he must never look back at her until they reached the surface.

Fae exist for a purpose which becomes the incarnation of their power. Thus, they cease to exist without it returning to nothing but ashes. Sometimes, they interact and blend in with humans just like Iridescent, the Heart Manipulator. However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology.

I glance around the street, and I study the sizable doorway to help me remember my location and bearings. I follow Brixtius through the doorway, into a dim room opening into a foyer. I stop to look down, finding an ornate mosaic in colorful tiles, depicting a handsome man with a lyre, leading a beautiful young woman from a gloomy place. Remember my Greek Mythology class, I exhale, "Orpheus," in wonderment. "Excellent, wench," seeing that Brixtius is studying me intently. "Do you recall the woman he was trying to save from the clutches of the Underworld?" Brixtius asks me. I feel like I am back in a class all over again. Good thing, I loved learning about Classical Myths.

Pheonix suggested and everyone turned to look at him. “Who is the Lord of the revival” Valerie asked quite confused by the name. “Well then, why don’t you all settle down and listen to this ancient tale of the lord of the revival’s adventure” Pheonix announced. “Theseus, great hero of Attic legend, son of Aegeus, king of Athens, and Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen in Argolis, or of the sea god, Poseidon, and Aethra. Legend relates that Aegeus, being childless, was allowed by Pittheus to have a child Theseus by Aethra. When Theseus reached manhood, Aethra sent him to Athens. On the journey he encountered many adventures. At the Isthmus of Corinth he killed Sinis, called the Pine

“Yes. Many of the true stories of the werewolves were turned into stories of the gods by the Greeks and Romans.” Lyle and Amaris looked at each other. This was an amazing find. It had been hidden away from the world like so many other things in order to protect and keep hidden the exhistance of werewolves. “Follow me. The Oracle is not able to see you at the moment, she is in meditation, but we will get you a room to be able to freshen up before your audience.” Christos led them down the rest of the hallway and to a door darkened by time. Once through the door Christos had to push through a b;ack curtain and out into an exquisite room that looked like something out of a Greek fresco.

Thankfully he didn’t suffer any significant injuries and could recover fully. “An Oracle and a gorgon,” Mitha explained. That sounded like an odd combination. Till I remembered asking Lord Eros for help, he said he’d speak with his wife’s friend. Could that be the gorgon, or is the gorgon just the oracle’s escort? “A gorgon? And an- Oracle? Oh!” I said in surprise. “I was told I was requested. And after some...zealous talks, here I am. I am Oracle Trophonius.” Trophonius stated.

He shook his head again, as if still trying to get out of the influence of the siren's singing. "Play the harp!" exclaimed Claire. Leon then twitched two or three strings until he was completely conscious. He then closed his eyes concentrating. A moment later a very beautiful music was heard bouncing from the harp played by Leon. Of the beauty, making the singing of the Sirens sound louder. Leon was not affected, he continued to play his harp beautifully until finally the sirens' singing stopped. Just like what Orpheus, the god of music did in the legend.

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."