Helios Mythology Novels & Stories

Zeus hadn't even broken a sweat yet. But that sick, twisted man even as his face turned red, and blood seeped from his mouth, he grinned, his teeth stained crimson. The sight sent a chill creeping up my spine. Then Zeus's mouth moved. He said something, and in response, the old man only smiled wider. As much as I wanted that evil incarnate erased from existence, I couldn't afford to have him gone yet. He was the only lead to finding my father. Zeus knew that. He wouldn't do anything rash I know.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, my eyes squinting against the glare of the gold leafed pillars that surrounded the square. A man stepped out from the shadows of the high temple. He did not wear furs or tunics: he was draped in robes of liquid gold that seemed to flow and shimmer with their own internal current. This was Helios, the Sun Alpha. He was a being of pure solar energy, his presence radiating a heat so intense that the air around him warped in a series of wavy and liquid mirages. His eyes were not amber or silver; they were two white-hot stars that seemed to pierce through my very marrow.