Hercules Long Ago Novels & Stories

Mane was curious to know who was strong enough to go against Ares. "Heracles, my Lord," Alucard replied. Mane frowned, not knowing who Heracles was. "Let me explain my Lord. If Zeus is the God of Olympus, Heracles is the Monster capable of slaying the God." There was a little emotion in Alucard's nonchalant tone for the first time. Mane couldn't help but be moved. That was certainly a high evaluation of Heracles! Mane was now very eager to meet him. "And Asgard?" Mane pressed, wanting to know more. "Why has my Great grandfather gone into hiding?" Mane frowned.

Herald placed the scrolls on a stone nearby as we all huddled around to see what it said “These scrolls contain the past, present and what is to come. It has portrayed you as the sole warrior to slay the Clabawaki from the last time it was opened. We will see now what it says.” With that Herald rolled it open. One end of the scroll stayed on the rock, that part contained the past. The other end rolled off of the stone and came to rest at a spot a few meters away from the other end. We left the rock to where the end of the scroll lay and saw a figure that looked like me, with flowing hair, armor and a long sword. I was still to slay the beast.

Note: This is a past event, i.e. a ‘flashback’ (continuation of odd-numbered chapter storyline: 2,4,6, etc.) That's the day after I saw Gregory hack the travel agent's system. And the first morning Gregory came to wake me up. "While Zeus, the ruler of Olympus, lies sleepily folded in Hypnos' wings, his son Heracles' ship runs aground on Kos again today," he says. "What the hell?" I asked through sleep.

He was ten feet and two inches long and weighed a massive three hundred and sixty five pounds. He kept growling infront of the witch and the Witch looked up at him proudly. This was it; she was going to use this dangerous creature birthed through the use of ancient dark magic to lay waste the great kingdom of Akozo, where she was once married to a king. ****

His face radiates power and intimidation. "You realise the consequences of summoning me Son."He speaks in a deep voice which is enough to send tremors in the bravest heart. "Forgive me father for this act of disrespect but we need your help in a sacred motive."Hercules kneels down with bowed head in front of him. So my guess was right.The old man is the father of Hercules. "You want us to help these vile creatures who brought us a great sorrow."The old man roars.The earth shakes by the intensity of his voice .

Sophia looks over her shoulder at Zaine. “Not him dear, the one inside you. We are none of us like the rest of the pack, or any werewolf for that matter. The twin souls which reside inside us are ancient. The very first of our kind, created out of necessity and seen as blasphemous by the Gods.” Mrs Crook’s explanation makes more sense than one might expect. Heracles had started to tell me about a war between his mother and the Olympians. He said her curse was the only way to ensure our continued return. “The curse. Is that what you mean Mrs Crook? The one Heracles’ mother used to ensure they would continue returning to earth.” Several chins hit the floor as I out myself yet again, only this

May attempted to halt the process, but Martin was quick to stop her doing anything downright bad. "Have you all gone insane?!!"The entire chaos stopped as the loud voice came forth. Hercules' eyes lit up as the one man he had never expected to set foot in his pack was walking graciously towards him. "Mammon!"The old man smiled as Hercules walked over to meet him and hugged him. "It's good to see you again uncle."Hercules reminisced over the days when he was a child and Mammon lived in their pack. The old man was an adept story teller.

Eugenia also butted into the trail of his reveal. Hercules then squinted his gaze at the vex that encircled his being interrupted became obvious. “What I’m saying is this.” He brazenly said. “We can take them if we band together.” He added. “Actually Hercules...” The high mage again intruded, But Hercules had it to the brim, that became the last strike. “Can you warlocks just shut it!” He shouted. It was obvious that his intentions in lashing out had been directed at the fact that each time, it had been a warlock that chose to halt the flow of his saying.

Valerie answered. My jaws dropped at the sound of those numbers. “You guys grow really slowly; how can you be over four hundred years old and still look like you're twenty?” I asked. "That's a question we can't really answer. The Heralds were made to be immortal, but we're not. We can still die if we're decapitated or our hearts get stabbed; we just don't age anymore after we've hit 19. Only the moon goddess has answers to why that's possible,” Valerie answered.

The dream brought Jason back 5000 years ago, where he had to scrape by and survive a barbaric era. He witnessed the great battle between Alexander and Moros, Asclepius sampling all herbs, and Cassander harnessing the power of nature to prevent floods. He had witnessed the rise and fall of numerous grand empires. He debated with Herodotus and Herophilus; taught Podalirius and Asclepius. Through the ages, he felt like he was just a passerby.