Hercules Long Ago Novels & Stories

he asks and I lift my eyes, surprised. Ashamed, I try to hide the book behind me and utter, “Huh, yeah. I just wanted to read something about it.” I explain and he nods, taking the book from my hands and opening it. He flips the pages, as if he knows exactly what he's looking for. After going through several pages, he stops and stares at it for a while. “The legend says that one of them would be from this pack, you see.” he starts as he lifts the book up for me to see the page he was on. “Hera...she's supposed to come from Aquatic, but now thousands of years have passed and no signs of her.”

"Distant lands? Where exactly? Your accent is not like any I've heard in Athens or our neighboring cities." Hermes crept forward from his hiding spot, emerging with his most charming smile in place. "We come from beyond the mountains to the north!" he said cheerfully, bouncing forward to stand beside Apollo. "Where the olive trees grow taller than temples and the bees make honey as sweet as nectar from the gods!" The captain raised an eyebrow at the dramatic claim, but his stern expression softened slightly at Hermes's obvious enthusiasm.

’ They burst into peels of laughter. Even in the darkest moments, the ones residing in Olympus do not discard their children’s desires. From ancient times, when Achilles sided with the greeks, Gods too favored their own beloved heroes. Cassandra knew, in the upcoming war Gods would be beside them, giving strength and inhuman prowess to fight off evil from their holy land.

I called. “Don’t.” She answered me. Her voice was not normal but it was strange from the usual we always used. That one was filled with other loud voices. Voices of past ancestors, Warriors that fought for Northshore, Hers rang high, including just one other woman, a woman whose steel could still be felt even after years of death, I wonder what woman liked when she was alive. “They wanted to kill me Arius.” She added as my hackles went up. “I am just returning the favor.”

said Hooper, greatly bewildered. As for Greyson, he took in a deep breath before adding, “…You’ve said before that this Herculean Golden Base is also known as the Herculean Primordial Spirit, right, master…? I also recall you saying that it’s the strongest power between heaven and earth… So strong, in fact, that whoever gains it will be able to achieve immortality! Thinking back, it was around fifty years ago when you saved a fisherman couple… Following that, you even gave them a lot of money in order to obtain the Herculean Golden Base that was about to befall their descendants… Since Gerald is so powerful, could it be that he’s that heir…?”

Hercules became a shell of himself since then, his once squared shoulders caved in now when he walked, his eyes unbearably sunken, like a ghoul, his face permanently set in stone, forever cast in a shadow of sadness. And he became the bearers of bad news. "The Assassin's Creed will not help us, say Shadow Pelt has us on the blacklist." That was a week ago. Godwin's idea to use mercenaries and pay them with land went down the drain. "The medicine they sold to us was actually poison." Hercules said, without flinching, and absolutely no change on his face..

Eden yelled before spitting on him. Hercules slowly wiped the spit off his cheeks before hitting Eden hard across the face. "I have been called so many names and things, Maniac, psycho, bastard, good for nothing Alpha but if you would insult me, be original and don't spit germs on my face!" Hercules said disgustedly. "Two minutes left!" He said yet again. "You better start talking or it might get worse, Trust me!" Hercules said, dropping the scalpel and grabbing a hard plank wood.

Hercules kicked off the wine shield and landed on the ground before he kicked off the ground and leaped toward the shield once again. BANG! SPLASH! The shield spilled a few liquids on the floor but the thickness of it was ever so sturdy. “The Columbus hero.” Dionysus turned his stool chair, leaned his back against the wine table, and propped one of his elbows over there. “The irony.” BANG! BANG! KLANG! Dionysus’s sheepish eyes watched the struggle of Hercules. The supposed Columbus hero was now reduced to such a pitiful thing. “Enjoy playing with my shield… or should I come out from here and fight you fairly?”

He was the epitome of strength in the Boundless Realm. Helvius murmured, “A storm is brewing.” Jadranka was puzzled by his words and asked, “What do you mean?” Helvius turned to her and asked, “Do you remember the disaster from one hundred Epochs ago?” Hearing this, Jadranka nodded slightly and said, “How could I forget? More than a hundred Epochs ago, when had I just become a Grand Emperor, there was a calamity that devastated all the living beings of our world.”

Now he doubts what happened in this game is because of a bug. Leon hesitantly wielded his sword, but he wasn't sure this many cobras would be able to be eradicated with a sword. Nor was Hercules a god who was good at playing music if there was a flute here. Leon thought for a moment. But wait, he is now Hercules, for the sake of the strongest god on earth. He's no longer the handsome Adonis.