Historical Fiction: Ancient Greece Novels & Stories

“No way. Pretty boy like you I’m sure you cracked your first nut at what, twelve?” I pick up one of the textbooks I purchased this afternoon as exhibit #1. It’s about 4” thick with tissue-thin pages. “The Great Speeches of Ancient Greece by Thucydides” is scrawled across the spine, in Greek. Pushing my wire-thin glasses up the bridge of my nose in emphasis I say “Nerd. Remember.”

Sir complimented while clapping slowly. "I'm from Greece. Greece's Academic University." She answered directly that made Sir dropped his marker. We gawked at her. "GREECE!? You mean, the land of Greek Gods and Goddesses!?" Oh, my! As far as I know, Greece is one of the countries that have a huge amount of contribution to history. That until now was still alive and can be seen by our naked eyes, we didn't even know that it was the Greeks' works. Especially when it comes to the ARTS! The ancient people of Greece are the roots of intelligence. The land of the philosophers! As in, the ancient Greeks have advanced thinking.

They are often studied by archaeologists and historians to gain a deeper understanding of ancient societies and their way of life. In a broader sense, the term “ancients” can also be used to describe ancient myths, legends, or stories that have been passed down through generations. These ancient tales often involve gods, heroes, and supernatural beings and are often used to convey moral or philosophical lessons. Ancient myths and legends provide a glimpse into the beliefs, values, and cultural practices of ancient civilizations. All he could draw from that now, was Ancients were old beings. But Freya was anything but old. He wondered, frustration ringing his thoughts.

The Brazen Bull is a REAL device that was said to have been used in Ancient Greece and I apologize if this chapter upset anyone. I would also like to thank you all again for waiting on these chapters, life is messy and sometimes, ok if I am being honest EVERY month I seem to have one thing or another that prevents me from updating the way I would like. But each and every one of you keep coming back for more and it means more to me then any of you will ever understand.

There seemed to be some kind of bird-like creature, but there were many gods associated with birds and forest animals. Trust me – I knew! My father’s obsession with ancient Greece had dominated most of my life. Much of my childhood was spent scouring one ancient ruin after another – always looking for something that seemed to be just out of reach. He called it exploring – I called it exploiting! All the little caves he couldn’t get into, all the little wholes his fat fingers couldn’t fit... Well, fuck it! It would seem that all the years he forced me to do his dirty work, forced me to study old, dusty manuscripts and translate broken fragments in ancient Greek letters about his beloved gods,

"Be careful, Ria." Cryx and I, and the others have our own codes basing on Greek and Roman Mythology. Right now, I based it on the glory of Greece, the Illiad by Homer. The Battle between the Acaeans (Greeks) and the Trojans. During their conquer of Chryse, a town allied with Troy, the Greeks captured Chryseis and Briseis. Agamemnon took Chryseis as his crowning glory while Achilles took Briseis. When Chryseis' father learned of this, he offered a magnanimous sacrifice to the god Apollo for his daughter's safe return. Agamemnon then conspired to take Briseis away from Achilles and offer her as remuneration. This will allow Cryx to decipher that there is danger nearby and they plan to take Br

She asked as she walked around the room. “What?” I asked in disbelief, clearly not seeing how the story of Troy got thrown into this. “The prince steals the most beautiful woman in the world and causes one of the greatest battles in Greek history,” she said. “Are we here to talk about ancient history?” I asked irritatedly. “Or has your brain lost its way? I can help with that, you know?” I told her. “By cutting off your head.” She scoffed. “Relax wolfie,” she said cheekily which only infuriated me more. “Let me explain.”

I ask and watch in fascination as her eyes twinkle with excitement. Wow, she must really love it. "Oh, that's easy to answer. Tudor or just in general European medieval times, a little bit of Victorian and, of course, ancient Greece or ancient civilizations in general." She says, flashing me a knowing, teasing smile. "Ντροπή σου! (Shame on you!) You put Ελλάδας great and magnificent history last?! The civilization that gave the world philosophy, democracy, astronomy, physics, mathematics and even our language?" I mockingly chastise her.

Morpheus stood and shook his hand, showing manners which my generation seemed to have forgotten. “Indeed, sir. I have always found Athens in particular to be a very interesting city.” My father was as taken aback by Morpheus’ fluent Greek as my mother was, and his keen mind for the ancient Greek civilisations seemed to spark something in my father and launched him into a lengthy debate with Morpheus all through dinner, continuing in my father’s study afterward. Morpheus, of course, had the upper hand as he had actually been around when the ancient Greeks built Athens and the rest of the famous Greek cities. He knew intricate details and had insight into things which my father could only drea

". The more she screamed the more the dragon went into rage and the more he was enraged the more he breathed fire and the more the building fell and the soldiers burned. ***** Getting off the bed where the Priestess of Dodo laid naked the King of Dodo looked out of the window and could see men riding in, screaming. He was moved to fear. Having been defiled by the King of Dodo the Priestess had refused to leave his palace and the longer she stayed the more the King could not resist her beauty and the more he slept with her the more he lost himself and the nearer his end drew.