Novel & Cerita Hephaestus Aphrodite

Asher asked. I pinched the bridge of my nose as Devon let out a groan. I was still getting to know the guys, but I had learned quickly that Asher did not think before he spoke most of the time. Not that I was going to bring it up, but I was starting to think that Asher was on the spectrum. Not that it mattered but seriously the guy needed to learn how to read the room. I rubbed Devon’s arm as he looked at Asher. “Yes, of course, my name is Aphrodite and these two are my brothers Zeus and Hades. The beautiful woman is Hades wife Persephone.” Aphrodite said.

His presence screams of strength and power. “Hello, my children,” he greets me. “Who are you?” I ask in wonder. I’ve never seen a man on fire or glow before. “I’m the God Hephaestus, Father of Cora. May I speak with her? I have missed her dearly,” he tells me. So this is Cora’s Father, and her mother the Moon Goddess herself. No wonder she’s powerful.

Hephaestus chuckled heartily and said. "Hehe," Reinlief scratched his head with a wry smile on his face. He didn't think they had been that loud. Then again, Hephaestus was a god so this came as no surprise. "Who is this friend here? And why does he smell so much like Chronos?" Hephaestus finally turned to observe Atlas. Upon sensing the familiar energy of a titan from Atlas, Hephaestus frowned. His gaze sought an explanation from Reinlief. However, it was Atlas who answered.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

He opened to the marked pages and turned on the lamp beside his bed, leaning back against the sheets. "It is characterized by a duality so perfectly designed by the gods that it is not a palpable choice not to mention it that the ambiguity of the sexes belongs to only those celestial and sacred creatures. In antiquity intersex gods were sent to earth to take power over decisions and command fierce empires full of misfortunes driven by glory. It is a totally mythological connivance that they were named after the union between Hermes and Aphrodite. The denomination "Hermes-Aphrodite" hermaphrodite it refers to the son Hermaphroditus, typically circling Greek mythology. Among all these myths, t

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big round glasses covering more than half of her face. "So, as I was saying, this is design number one and this is design number two. I like both of them but I can only add one in the portfolio, for the rest I took everyone's opinion and most of them liked the ones I liked so I added those now I would've asked baba but he's a sleep and you're the only one up. Einstein, come on tell me-" she kept on rambling for minutes but wh

Asteria. “The gods have heard your plea. They have answered. I Queen Asteria, Queen of the sirens and daughter of the God Poseidon, grant your wish.” Asteria turns to look at me and nods her head. When she slams the trident into the floor, the energy bursts, sending us all flying across the room. Asteria was the only one standing tall.

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

“I do take to your point of view, and you should follow your heart when it comes to the names. But from what I had felt, these two will be one of the same, only manifest differently but of one essence. I know that you wanted them to complete each other but I do not see it in their long future, love,” Arethusa was following his logic intently when she heard him calling her daughter (love), she visibly flinched. It did not go unnoticed by Hephaestus, but he chose to let it slide, Amalthea seemed to want her mother to reach her own conclusion about how many things were and Hephaestus was going to respect his queen’s will. “Hephaestus, you think this is helpful? You are confusing me! How about y