Hetalia Greece Novels & Stories

like werewolves standing guard over the tormenting rivers of lava" I whispered. "Sounds like a nightmare, though I have heard in our werewolf legends that some wolves, not mine but, some packs descend from hellhounds. Those packs are savage, known for war, brutality, and feasting on human flessh. They live in the Arizona area. Their genetic makeup requires them to live in unbearable hot climates." "Is that what they were? hellhounds?" "Hades pets, and personal guards, demons are his followers, soldiers and also guards of the underwold" I nod my head as I snuggle into him. "I never want to return there! Greece however, is his domain, he can easily roam the earth in Greece. That is how he met

Nestled just above the caldera with expansive views of the Aegean Sea beyond, this place seemed like a different world altogether. “It’s so stunning! This is my first visit to Greece. And yours?” I looked at Damien to see him admiring the caldera. “I’ve been to Italy and France when I was nineteen. We had skipped Greece because of time constraints.” He smiled at me, leading me towards the reception desk. “Oh, who did you go with? Everly?” I narrowed my gaze, jealousy making me see red. He grinned and shook his head. “Hell no. I was here with Lucien, Damon, and Alex.” He leaned closer. “You have no reason to feel jealous. Do you know why I accompanied them to Europe?”

They visited their realm long enough to recoup their strength and ensure that all was well. Hera was giggling like a schoolgirl with the group of first graders. Katia and Selene glanced at one another, smiling, as they watched the almighty Hera on her knees hugging, kissing, and playing with the pups. The other two goddesses were doing the same, and Rhea jumped to her feet, shouting, "I got it."

Wisdom inhales, "Let's get this over with." Down the hallway in the conference room Larisa, Beauden, Carmine, Ossian, Deshal, Einar, Roarke, Efrem, Alpha Peyton, Alpha Shaf, and Idris are looking at all the Gods and Goddesses of Greece. Lycan King Joaquin is also there. Alpha Peyton looks at Larisa and Ossian “Weren’t you two dead?” “Yes, It’s a long story. But to make a long story short. Our daughter brought us back.” Larisa hugs him.

Noelle's Pov GREECE 🇬🇷 The sunshine was beautiful and the wind gave a chilly vibe but it was amazing. The place was beautiful and I could not wait to roam the streets of this wonderful country. I wanted to go now but I knew I could not as we have to be married to our work for the first few days here.

She shook her head, trying to catch her breath. We laid there for a bit longer before she moved and started to get dressed. “Well, at least now I understand why Europa and Melite have no shame about their intimacy with you. I doubt any boy in all of Greece is as endowed as you. Maybe one of the Gods.” she smirked, glancing at my flaccid penis. I rolled my eyes, getting up and putting my clothes on. “Come on. I need to get Demoleon from the bath.” I sighed.

still Malachi's POV: I raise my brow at him daring him to do something when he starts speaking another language that my kitten definitely understands. Sly fuckers. "Αδερφή ξέρεις ποιος είσαι τυλιγμένος?" (Sister do you know who you are wrapped around) Memphis asks her in what I'm guessing is Greek.

he tells me to the best of my ability, and no doubt so does my remaining primary partner. "It wasn't just the moon," small exhibit hall, the words gleamed harshly. "Maxx tormented you," he says as an update. You at the end of the day said you make sure you hear her sing something in another dialect and after the blast you were in love with her as you thought she was Justoedith. Jorfit just exploited that. "Or on the other hand, maybe it was just me," I say in a messy voice. "Greece, you are a werewolf." There was a full moon, a supermoon. You can't bear...

My hands wrap around his hips, one moving to his ass and pushing a finger inside. “Malakas! (Ancient Greek curse word, similar to fuck!)” Hermes moans. “Get ready, i fotiá mou (my fire).” I moan and that’s all that he needs to let go, spilling himself down my throat.

“Are you hurt?” Lucian murmured his voice barely audible. His fingers gently brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek, his concern real. Too real. Athena blinked, startled by the softness of his tone. Before she could answer, another voice crackled through the silence like lightening. “Your touching her?” Helena. “She is a servant.” Helena hissed “An omega. An she was touching what was mine.” Lucian stood slowly, one hand still on Athena’s shoulder.