Horae Greek Mythology Romane & Geschichten

" And the beginning of kalyug . As they say, a never-ending era of darkness and demons." " With her being their leader." " Heratte" A loud strike of thunder hits a nearby forest as Thora takes her name. And Hades body shivered involuntarily in fear. " I didn't realise it earlier. But now that I studied it deeply it became crystal clear. " " For Heratte the goddess of death and darkness to take birth, first the light has to go away. " " And that's why Heratte's soul chose Alexandria's womb to take birth. "

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi” “Morpheus is one of the Oneroi, the winged sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Pasithea, the goddess of rest and relaxation. The Oneroi are triplets responsible for all aspects of the dream realm. There is Icelus, god of nightmares, Phantasus, god of illusional dreams, and Morpheus. Morpheus is the god of dreams and is the only one of the three Oneroi who is able to see and influence the dreams of kings, heros and other gods. He is also the dream messenger of the gods and appeared in the dreams of many kings to warn them of an upcoming tragedy.”

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

"Last time I checked I didn't agree to any of this!" But nobody seemed to hear me. "What do you think, my good Hora?" Tepi turned to the green-skinned Oracle. The Oracle pulled the hood of his black cloak, giving us a full view of his terrifying face, which was a lot more terrifying than ever. The Hora's curved fangs resembled a pair of elephant's tusks, sticking out of his thick dark-green lips. His eyes were red and slightly glowing like burning coals. The Oracle might give me nightmares for weeks on end after this.

Her knees dropped, and she leaned forward. “Yeah. According to my mom, the place you visit Selene is called the ethereal realm. In the ethereal realm, there is a wind nymph called an Aurae. They are really mischievous but love Selene dearly. Occasionally the Aurae will pick a soul for Selene, always a female. The soul the Aurae pick will get to have a special relationship with the Goddess. Hundreds of years ago, the wolves were called Oracles, but now Selene calls them her blessed wolves. That was what my mom told us, at least.

“My dear, sweet Hera, I will see your wager, 2000 souls that Selene has finally beaten Poseidon.” Zeus looks to his brother, “I hope you are prepared. If you lose this battle, you won’t have any creations left.” Poseidon looks angry, “Your wife is the one who wagered 2000 souls. She is not a creation goddess, where do you think those souls are going to come from?” Zeus laughs. “She has won many side wagers betting on you. She holds about 5000 souls in her own right. You have a lot of faith in this Daria. She is the first of your creations to make it to her last life.”

Still, they kept watching each other. Zeus was lord of the sky once again, but his wife also bore him three other gods: Ares, the god of war, Hephaestus, the smith-god, forger of weapons, and Eris, goddess of chaos and discord, who shrieks beside Ares in his battle chariot. The rest of Zeus's children were born out of wedlock. Three of them entered the Pantheon later.

His voice, when it came, was heavy with centuries. “We are the Horax. A sacred body of hunters gifted with the binding power of celestial magic. Guardians of the realm. Destroyers of corrupted gods.” Aeron’s posture stiffened, the name tugging at the farthest corners of memory. “Why are you here? Why now?” “Because if you are to understand what is coming,” the Horax leader said, “then we must first tell you what came before.” He lifted a gloved hand, and the runes on his wrist flared to life. Mist gathered at his feet, swirling up into shapes, images—memories frozen in time.

"They were the sons of Kronos, who was the Titan god of time and the ages, especially time where regarded as destructive and all-devouring. He ruled the cosmos during the so-called Golden Age of the Greeks, after castrating and deposing his father Ouranos into the sky. Later he received a prophecy from the Oracle of Delphi that his own son would be the conqueror of him. In fear of a prophecy that he would in turn be overthrown by his own son, Kronos swallowed each of his children as soon as they were born." "This is so boring, how do you remember all this stuff?" Henry groaned, reaching for his ears but I pinned him down once more. "Rhea managed to save the youngest, Zeus, by hiding him away