Hephaestus Aphrodite Novels & Stories

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

The other two, on the other hand, exchanged a knowing glance. In a rare moment of harmony, Zeus and Poseidon found themselves in agreement, their answers blending together in perfect unison. It had been quite some time since their last heated argument, a clash of wills that had left the heavens trembling. But now, as if guided by an unseen force, their words spilled forth simultaneously, a resounding affirmation that echoed through the halls of their mother’s study. "Yes, yes we do," they declared, their voices intertwining in a symphony of accord.

He explained. I recalled Charlie once telling me about how Hestia had given up her Olympian seat for her other nephew, Dionysus. She sounded like a really nice goddess who valued family over all else. Bet nephew, Hephaestus, was the one who had been thrown out of Olympus after his mother deemed him too ugly to keep. That is a really cruel and cold-hearted thing to do to a baby. My thoughts came to a halt when I realised Bama was smiling at him, his smile becoming almost as creepy as Mr X's.

“I mean geez, you knew he was going to say no to a second chance.” “I had to be sure,” Hecate paid no mind, pulling me in front of her. Brushing the hair from my forehead, I glanced at the woman beside me. Aphrodite, she had to be. “Yeah, I’m a big fan,” she smiled. “Creed and Odessa power couple, woohoo!” She twirled her finger in the air in a mocking tone. “Nah, girl, seriously, you both did well. The super-strong bond you share will help this be quick. You have no idea how many times I wanted to strangle Daine for interrupting you both so many damn times though.” She rolled her eyes.

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.

Her shoulders rubbing against my chest, the similar scent of Jasmine hit my senses, making me close my eyes and inhale a deep breath. I leaned down near her neck taking her scent in. Her face turned to her right making my lips brush against the softness of her cheek. My heart beat accelerated. I don't think she noticed it because she kept on struggling and I let her go. My thoughts were running wild. Feeling the tingling on my lips. I couldn't help but see the glistening of her lips as she licked the remaining chocolate off of them. I assessed her soft features. The cap long forgotten on the floor because of her struggling, her hair poking out in different directions. Her face red from all t

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