Hypnos Myths Novels & Stories

"The person who placed the hypnotic spell on me is-- is the enemy" "Who is this person?" I ask. He lays down on the floor, writhing in pain as he struggles for words. "Her name-" "Is?" He begins to tremble violently, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Talk to me, Zylon! Who is it?!" I demand. "H-Hera" he gasps and suddenly he becomes still, the life vanishing from his body. ***

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

Crimson grumbles in annoyance, but I only scrunch up my brows in confusion. "The man in your dream was Zeus. God of the sky and thunder, not to mention the ruler of all the gods. That storm was him finding out... but apparently he's taken quite a liking to you. A very strong one if he's willing to get rid of his wife, Hera, and replace her with you. He must truly believe they made you for him, but I highly doubt that's the case. This also would explain why Hypnos did as he asked." Beau explains, making my head spin even more.

Zaine, George, Luca, Abernathy and Torrin are marginally less taken aback by what I have to say, but still, it’s a lot to take in. By the time I have finished explaining how Sophia’s wolf is actually Alcmene, the mother of Heracles, who was conceived when Zeus came to her bed disguised as her husband, and that Zaine’s wolf is Alcmene’s husband, Amphitryon, there are a lot of puzzled faces in the room.

He had been asleep for ten years when we found him. He was beautiful. Where Pan was raw masculinity, Endymion was delicate, ethereal. Though human, his beauty must have been a gift from Aphrodite herself. Pan and I fell for him instantly. The same pull we had felt toward each other surged between the three of us. We needed him to wake. We needed him to be ours. So, through Hypnos, the god of sleep, we sought Morpheus, the god of dreams. We visited Endymion in his slumber, and when he saw us, it was like the first time I had seen Pan—sparks, fire, an undeniable connection. It was instant, and we knew we could never be apart.

He also shamelessly enjoyed the attention until a booming voice put a stop to it all. "HERMES! You will stop messing around with the children of the moon right now! Or quieres que tu madre te convierta en una rata esta vez?" (Do you want your mother to turn you into a rat this time?) That came from Michael the prince or should I say Kronos, Rhea's husband. Immediately, the Olympian gods stopped his shenanigans. Turns out he purposefully induced that sexual arousal from the she wolves. Now I am one who barely laughs, but this here is a naughty god. No wonder he says trickery marked his doom.

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.”

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

Her beauty was legendary, a blessing and a curse that drove Hades to madness with jealousy. But my mother, Minthe, was his mistress before Persephone’s jealousy demanded her exile. Unbeknownst to him, she carried me within her. When Persephone discovered my existence, her fury was absolute. She abandoned Hades, retreating to Mount Olympus, where she convinced Zeus to grant her sanctuary. I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal.

It is a rare sight that is sometimes mistaken as Agartha, the mythical place featured in the Hollow Earth theory, or something even more absurd. Dionysus finds it tiresome to ride the elevator up to it's highest floor, so he flies in his carriage driven by pegasi, mistaken for a helicopter in the mere human's eyes, and lands on the helipad. His father was never the best in the lot. With Dionysus competing with various sons and daughters, specially his infamous, powerful siblings namely: Athena, Apollo, Ares, Artemis and Hephaestus, there was never enough recognition and praise for him. His only consolation is that Hephaestus has been his genuine friend and brother throughout his life that co