Half Man Half Horse Greek God Novels & Stories

A man in thight cotton armour that seemed to sprout plants sat in the middle, jason approached slowly, he raised his head at jason, eyes as green as the forests and the black of his eye as dark as the fertile soil, "I've awaited your arrival for years ikir" he said in a rich voice, Jason could only nod in reply, this man resonated power, not as much as illummino but enough to give a soul the vibes. He stood up and gave a quick bow, "My mistake ikir, I am loathem, the god of the earth and all its produce" he said, Jason raised an eye brow, he thought only illummino was a god, "Oh no my king, there are hundreds of gods that create Aratia, some swore allegiance to illummino while others to the

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

He immediately ran back to where they camped and reported what he saw to Dike who was roasting meat and drinking wine while been entertained by the song of one of the warriors who was very talented in singing. When the warrior ran into where they were, they all got startled, immediately picked up their swords, bows, and spares respectively getting poised to fight. The warrior who ran into them began describing what he saw, by the time he was done, Dike sat back at ease and asked the warrior who was entertaining them with his melodious voice to continue as he bites a mouthful of meat, gulped his wine, and continued his relaxation. Then he looked at the warrior who was now confused and said, ‘

A****ns were not supposed to have those kinds of relationships with men. "I've missed you too, '****' '****'," Aya bumped foreheads with me. I was 'a Son of the White Stallion' who 'ran with the herds of Epona'. I was so proud of her. She had woven together a Magyar myth with an A****n naming convention. Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess and Aya's matron divinity, was worshiped with the sacrifice of foals - A****ns offered up fillies (female baby horsies) whose spirits ran with the Goddess in the Spirit World.

"How in the blue hell do you expect me to mount this horse?" I chuckled, "This thing's dick is level with my head!" "That's my boy, Hades," Zeus corrected while patting the horse, "He's my Clydesdale. This is Artemis, an Irish Draught. I won them in a card game in Scotland." I shook my head in disbelief, "She's nearly as massive as Hades." "Calm down," Zeus spanked me. "Uh!" I yelped.

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. He cocked his head, looking at me strangely. “What?” I asked. “Why did you say it like that? You put Poseidon above Zeus. No one does that. Zeus is the King of the Gods. He is placed above all.” he explained. “I exist because of Poseidon. He is the one that gifted the bull who would sire me to Minos. He is the one that cursed my mother with lust for the bull after Minos angered him. So it is the God of the Sea who set into motion my creation.” I explained.

There was a story here the anthropologist in him itched to uncover for more reasons than one. Lingering in his vehicle, Jim watched as Teri drew the blinds in the RV’s bedroom, her seductive silhouette against them a succubus’ envy. When the last lights in the RV were extinguished, he started his Jeep, only turning on the headlights when he reached the highway. As he drove home, he recalled a long-forgotten story from Plato. In Greek mythology, humans originally had four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Jealous of their happiness and petty in the way Greek gods were, Zeus split them into two distinct parts, and condemned them to spend their lives lonely, in search of their missing

I stepped into the water until I was covered up to my waist. “Who are you?” I finally croaked out while splashing water onto my head and face. “My name is Thomas. I am a half-blood son of Poseidon.” “Are you saying you are the half-blood son of the God who talks to fish?” Yes, I had to put it that way. I think it’s safe to say, the Gods don’t seem to favor me at the moment. Why should I show them any respect? “Well, yeah. But he can also do other things. So can I. Watch this...”

"They were not people. Those who we slaughtered were vampires and our comrades died to protect you and your brother. Yes, protect you from them and many other evils that are out there." I laughed. "Vampires! really, you don't expect me to believe that do you?" Unbelievable, does he think this is a joke? What the hell! "Everything you know to be myths and fairy tales are all real Malia. For example You. More precisely Us." My eyes locked on his with a confused and questioning gaze. "Me? What… what am I?" I looked at him pleadingly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you know about the Greek gods?" He asked. "Uh unfortunately not much, I was never really interested in it and f

He stopped to guage their reactions before he continued. "My name is rather not Poseidon. I am Hermes. The god of trade and languages. The god of translators and interpreters. I was arguably, the most clever of the Olympian gods, and served as messenger for all the other gods. I ruled over wealth, good fortune, commerce, fertility, and thievery. ... Because of my speed, he was sometimes considered a god of winds."