Hyacinthus Myth Novels & Stories

‘Don’t go getting any ideas, you cheeky blighter! “It’s a spell to bring sunny weather to the land, not some ooky-spooky séance.” Hyacinth pouted. I immediately felt bad for teasing her. “I know it sounds silly,” she said, “but what have we got to lose?” I nodded. “You’re right. So come on, tell me. What do we have to do?” * * *

“I’ve never even heard of it.” “Of course you have, aconite has many names throughout history, you might know it better as monkshood or wolf’s bane, a flower said in mythology to be the weakness of werewolves, or to have come from the drool of the Cerberus beast in Greek mythology. Though the Greeks also claim Hecate invented it,” she shrugs. “Wait, that’s a real plant?” He says in shock. My mother nods happily, “Much of mythology comes from real life. My favourite name for aconite is queen of poisons,” she smirks. Queen of Poisons should have been her codename. How badass would that be?

Thea arched an eyebrow and replied with amusement, “My, now that you’re older, your bluster has grown worse. It appears you’ve failed to douse the flames within.” Enraged, Hyacinth thrust her head into the void and summoned colossal phantom palms. With a resounding crash, the sky filled with numerous phantom palms directed toward Thea’s purple-red lotus from all directions. Unexpectedly, the phantom palms were effortlessly absorbed into the lotus upon contact, vanishing without a trace. Hyacinth exclaimed in disbelief, “You…you’ve inherited Taishi’s powers? I’ve underestimated you.” “I’m sure you must be tired by now. My turn.” Thea flashed an indifferent smile and extended her arms, effortl

They all heard the rumor of her peerless beauty and wished to witness it with their own eyes. By now words of her comeliness and perfection had already spread through the nearest cities and bordering kingdoms. People thought that either Venus, who was sprung from the dark-blue depths of the sea and sent to heaven by the frothing waves, had bestowed the favor of divinity to Psyche, or the earth rather than the sea was newly impregnated by heavenly seed, and had sprouted forth the second Venus with the bloom of virginity. Once they had laid eyes upon her, they would press their hands to their lips and reverse her with devoted worship as if she were none other than Venus herself.

Khalid informed. "She must have realized that you are in love with Sophy." I promptly replied. "It's a good excuse for not involving you." Khalid doesn't seem surprised that I know about it, but Achilles looks at me astonished. He must have realized it too. "I am not Perseus… Besides, it was the curse that was whispering in my human part's ears, exacerbating the jealousy he felt. Just like a spell was cast for Hercules to kill his wife and children, it was done the same way with Perseus." I explained.

she explained and we nodded as usual before quietly watching her enthusiastic chant to call on the moon goddess. Just like she’d said, we soon began to feel a powerful presence among us moving over the fire and we all got on our knees. “This is going to take a lot out of you, Scarlett. Are you ready?” Hyacinth asked while holding a blue colored potion bottle. “I’m ready,” I answered confidently. “Here, drink this,” she handed me the potion bottle, “you’ll need the strength for what’s to come.” After I downed the potion, I felt a renewing strength overwhelm me and it suddenly seemed like I could take on the entire world.

Leon replied. Suddenly the digital screen appeared before them again. Hercules and Athena, kill the Hydra to continue to the next level. Go! "I guess, we can't help but be ready," said Leon while gesturing for Claire to come with him. Claire carried a golden spear typical of the goddess Athena, while Leon carried a simple sword. "Hydra's blood is poisonous, very poisonous," replied Claire, who suddenly knew a lot about Greek mythology. "I know," said Leon. In front of them now, was a vast lake.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”

My vision blurred as I slowly faded away. In my final moments, I caught one last glimpse of the flowers he had placed before my grave. White hyacinths—symbols of unspoken love...

Luna said, "That's an interesting choice of flower for an unrequited love." "Why? What does it symbolize?" She picked a single stalked and arranged it beautifully with a kraft paper and some delicate ribbons, she explained as she gave it to me, "A purple hyacinth flower symbolizes sorrow and deep regret. Some said it was also jealousy." She continued, "The story goes that once, Apollo, the sun god, and Zephyr, the deity of the west wind, compete for the love. Then, at one point, Apollo is teaching Hyakinthos how to throw the discus, when Zephyr becomes enraged and blasts a gust of wind in Apollo's direction, causing the discus to hurl back in the direction of Hyakinthos, striking and killing