Hephaestus God Story Novels & Stories

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. The attempt was paid with her life, or so as the rumors say that, the wine god punished her for trying to remove his existence. He was salvaged by his father, strapping him inside the flesh of his thigh until he was of the right month to escape as a tiny baby with chocolate brown eyes and deep dimples, his laugh echoing upon the four walls of the throne room. The flames on both sides of the room became brighter, and brighter, and brighter, only stopping after his laughter had receded. Only Hephaestus, the young, misshapen fire god, has peeked in secret

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v