Hippocampus (mythology) Novels & Stories

They all seemed harmless, but I couldn’t shake off the wariness I was feeling. “Miss Nightingale” He began, setting his pen back into his pocket. “Your fall severely damaged your cranium which houses a lot of important structures like your temporal lobe and hippocampus which is responsible for memory retention” He took a deep and exaggerated breath, as if giving me tome to process the words he had just uttered.

In schooling, fishes are all swimming in the same direction and a coordinated manner. ²Poseidon is one of the twelve Olympian deities of the pantheon in Greek mythology. His main domain was the ocean, and he is called the ‘God of the Sea.’ Additionally, he is referred to as the ‘Earth-Shaker’ due to his role in causing earthquakes and has been called the ‘Tamer of Horses.’ He is usually depicted as an older male with curly hair and beard.

I nuzzled it and cooed at the bright yellow animal with hints of scales on its body. “It’s a hippocampi,” Poseidon spoke loudly behind us, making me jump. Luci gripped me tightly. Clearing his throat, Poseidon stepped away, scratching his head. “Sorry, it’s a hippocampi. Half horse, with a siren tail. It couldn’t be any fish,” he hurried his words. “It had to be strong to be able to push through its hooves because streamlining is near impossible for this animal.” Posideon turned his back and hurried away.

The significance of Tritan's message becomes clearer—it's the mating call of the hippocampus, carried by the currents. As the mysterious sound reverberates through the water, the hippocampus pulling the carriage rears up, a mixture of curiosity and instinct guiding its actions. The mermen swiftly adjust their swimming to keep up with the accelerated pace of the responsive creature, their efforts focused on maintaining control while following the lead of the hippocampus. It's a delicate dance, balancing the guidance of the carriage with the unexpected movements of the mesmerized hippocampus.

Every day Aki practiced sliding down Shun’s side to shield herself from imagined enemy fire while simultaneously holding her bow under the horse’s chin and returning fire, all at full gallop. Hippocamps, however, were a completely different breed of horses. The name meant “sea horse” but they were more kin to reptiles. One specimen floated by the dock of Pukkitunturri after the blue Slayer Aleksandr, also known as Sasha, blew a conch-shell horn to make a long, eerie and rumbly call. Even with most of its body submerged and only its neck sticking out of the water, the hippocamp dwarfed Sasha and the rest of the crowd gathered on the small dock carrying sputtering torches and powdered with sno

Lydia said. "You don't need to be bothered about that Lydia. Portal or no portal I still have other means to travel to my destination. You've forgotten that I am the god of the sea." King Nile said to his daughter and whistle loudly towards the Sea. A Hippocamp (half horse and half fish) came out of the water and Lydia smiled when she saw the half-horse and half-fish her father uses in traveling in case he doesn't feel like swimming. The Hippocamp swam towards them until it gets to the shallow water, where father and daughter went to meet it and climbed on it.

Never ever am I trusting anyone ever. Trust issues, who? "So finally your craze is done and we won't be coming back here." Hadiya asked, throwing her arm around my shoulder. I grinned and shook my head. "The craze might be gone but my affection for this place hasn't. This place is now my favorite place in the world." I said. I don't know why. But this place. Every inch of this place triggers something inside me but I'm not sure. It feels as if I know this place and it knows. It knows who I am and it's trying to prey on me. There's always a nagging in my head that keeps on telling me to open the door of my mind but how do I do that?

My fascination with books and weird things that floats around us made it worse, I guess. “Hephaestus was thrown off in mt Olympus because he is a parthenogenous child. He was the ugliest of all the Gods in Greek mythology." a masculine yet irritating voice entered my tympanic membrane. I looked up fixing my glasses who the hell is it? Am I hearing voices this time? To my dismay, I looked around, and damn I shouldn't have known who was it. The one and only Adam the so full of himself and every basic chick dream guy. I stared at him without a hint of emotion and went back to reading.