Historical Fiction: Ancient Greece Novels & Stories

Finally, they boarded the plane and Roxanne managed to get a few hours of sleep, before the plane landed and they had to board another limosine again. She had boarded many flights and entered more luxurious cars in the last few days than she had done in her entire life. It was both thrilling and tiring for her. Athens, the capital city of Ancient Greece was more exciting than she had seen in Greek mythology books and movies. Granted, Zeus wasn't in some palace screwing Medussa and Athena at the same time, but something about the city seemed so magical and breathtaking. If she didn't know better, her mind would had tricked her into believing that the Greek locals actually did perform magic.

Brandon and Britney wanted to see the city. Lornado expertly navigated the streets of Athens, guiding them through a nocturnal wonderland. Their first stop was the illuminated Acropolis, its ancient stones bathed in a golden glow that made it seem like a beacon of history against the night sky. The group stood in awe of this architectural marvel. Britney took pictures and videos, never failing to document every moment. It felt like they were archaeologists on an adventure to find something. Greece is so rich with history. And considering that Eliot had chosen it as one of the countries for his world tour, it all now made sense.

Disclaimer: This story delves into what a modern ‘Hierodoules' or ‘sacred sex service' practice to the gods of ancient Greece would look like in the 21st century. So please read with an open mind. ~Athena's POV~ My name is Athena, and in this sprawling, neon-lit Athens where ancient ruins bump shoulders with skyscrapers and the hum of traffic never sleeps, I never imagined I'd become the city's desperate offering.