Hyacinthus Myth Novels & Stories

These flowers came out of my mouth non-stop as my tears and sorrow flowed out of my body. “They said the Hyacinth flowers symbolize sadness because of the legend of the Greek god on the sun, Apollo’s lover’s death, Hyacinth. The god, Apollo, grew flowers in his lover’s grave that was the result or the origin of the Hyacinth flowers,” Franklin told me the origin or legend of the Hyacinth flower as I attentively listened. “I thought Apollo’s lover was a mortal woman named Daphne?” I asked him. Because I remember reading one time in a story book during the time I was in Durham's library that there was another story about Daphne, the beautiful mortal woman and Apollo, the god of the sun.

Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo. It was a pity that Zephyrus wounded Hyacinthus fatally out of jealousy when Hyacinthus was playing a game of Quoits with Apollo, but even the God of Healing could not save the one he loved. In honor of his lover, Apollo made a flower spring up from Hyacinthus' blood and named the flower Hyacinth. "I don't want to be Zephyrus. I want to be Pegasus roaming freely in the sky," she said jokingly. "Okay," Bellamy said in a gentle voice.

I was about to probe some more when two little arms crept their way around my waist from behind and I was hugged tightly. “Dareios! I’m so glad you brought Callista with you this time!” Cassia cried out, turning to him and giving him a hug. His features softened and he lifted the child up onto his shoulders with ease. She buried her fingers in his unnaturally black hair as if it were silk and stared down at me with her large eyes. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her eyes seeming to pierce into my soul. “Just about Icelus and Phantasus, little one.” Dareios replied before quickly changing the topic to some nymphs who had decided that they were going to try and bathe in the river Styx

"Helleborus refused to die and went to Hyacinth for help, who was a truly immortal woman, she was born of the earth whenever it was needed. Helleborus was also a woman, but she was sad and wretched, her life had been so cursed that she wanted to live longer so she could really live. Upon learning that Hyacinth was immortal, she went to the small temple in the forest, begging the woman to tell her what to do." "But Hyacinth did not give so much importance to the woman, she was considered a blessed by the Stars, everyone loved her, her flowers meant happiness and prosperity of life, Hyacinth did not want them to see her as a woman like Helleborus. She was like, 'What are you going to think and

swirled in her mind, each one pointing toward the answer they both were too afraid to touch. She followed the instructions, burying those unremarkable seeds into the soft soil. She watered them. She made sure they had sun. Day after day. It became a secret hidden from the rest of her suffocating life. The sprouts grew into stems, then leaves, and finally, buds. When the first flower finally trembled into bloom, Elena held her breath. White Hyacinths. The petals were pure, clustered together in a delicate, elegant spike. As she watched the flower release its fragrance in the sunlight, she felt a sudden urge to look up its meaning.

“According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...” Sumico hadn’t finished up her suggestion when Evania had already interrupted her, “For Venus’ sake, Sumi! At the times like these, you still believe in that fake, irrational, illogical and also nonsensical urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, don’t you?” “We’ve all given our three drops of blood to our men, but see? Even our King Alexander is at his brink of life as well as quietus, Sumi...” protested Hanny quite querulously this time.

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.”

They were all bearing the mark of the Luna. Hyacinth Luminar, the young girl with a rare power that comes from the bloodline of the Luna Luminar, a legendary Luna from the eighteenth century. From the moment she was born, the Moon Goddess already bestows her the sun, and the moon collided, and with the two enemies align, the light came shining on the newborn pup. Well, at least that’s how I remembered about Hyacinth's popular story.

Hyacinth had in her a cruel and shallow nature. She was born deprived of her right to a rich and sustainable environment. Hyacinth is a miracle baby of two wealthy entrepreneurs who decided to fall in love in their early 40’s. An accidental fire happened on the day she was born in the hospital, and she was one of the new-borns that the facility had lost. For years, Hyacinth’s original family had tried to look for her. Upon reaching 10 years since she was lost, the couple lost their faith and had left their money to the charity.

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh