Ice Greek God Novels & Stories

Why did he have to be so insanely handsome? "Some are. Some were created. There is actually a grain of truth in those greek tales you've read. I am one of the birthed ones. My parents were Janus and Mera. The god of portals and beginnings and the black hound goddess, also known as the goddess of darkness and terror," he said with a calm and unbothered tone, taking another sip from his glass. "They've both moved on to their celestial cycles," he added with a shrug and her brows furrowed, remembering what miss Nancy had told her about them. Their so-called deaths, along with his wife's.

She glared at him removing her other airpod as well. "And may I know why you were roaming around in the house like a jinn, in the dead of night?" She asked in the same way not replying to his question. He groaned annoyed by her and was about to leave, his starvation long forgotten. "Einstein" he stopped hearing her call him with that stupid nickname she has given him. He never understood why and for what purposes she was always after his life but no matter how much he scolded her she would never leave him alone.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

She had to survive first and plot her revenge later. By the time his tall intimidating frame walked back into the room, she already had her answer. He scared her senseless, he had a very powerful aura she had never felt before. His eyes sparkled with mischief, he could seduce anyone without even trying. His deep voice was like brown rich honey and warm milk. He looked like a representation of a Greek god from mount Olympus. His clothes latched unto his sexy muscles and broad shoulders. His amber eyes were staring deep into her soul. He was one fine ass man. Ariel swallowed hard, he was insanely hot, she was losing her mind. Her cheeks flushed, they were bright red. What was this man doing to

“That actually might be a better idea.” “Who is that?” Caleb asked. “Achilles was a hero in the Trojan War, but now he works for Hades in Tartarus.” I answered since I realized there was a lot about the Gods that Caleb didn’t know. When I looked into my connection with the Gods, most of it had been after Caleb disappeared. I made a mental note to discuss the history of the Greek Gods with Caleb when we weren’t trying to escape death. “If he is working for Hades, what makes you think he will go against Hades and help us take the Scepter?” Caleb’s brow furrowed.

A tragic place where they would be imprisoned to death. The second highest caste is the Elemental Caste. It is the most important caste of all for it balances the Olympus. This is why only six people in every generation were chosen by the heavens to uphold every six elements: ice, lightning, earth, air, water, and fire. And just a few hours ago, I met the most dangerous of them all, the Fire Element holder. And the most powerful caste of all, the Special Caste. Professor Damaris said that even the books have no idea what exactly it is. But no matter what it is, it will surely be the most powerful of all.

Forgetting the others' paintings. "I want to give you a short trivia first. Eros is the Greek God of love and sexual desire. We, Greeks fears this kind of love because God Eros shoots his arrows into our hearts without any warnings. Eros is a type of love based on sexual attraction, lust, or the love of the body. It was divine." "Woah... " I don't know why but I suddenly feel embarrassed. I remembered the things we did before. It makes me embarrassed to the core!

I wondered what he was a god of, and who was his mother? Artemis laughed, "Eros, I don't think anyone needs your services around here." "As my mother is important, so am I." "Eros? The god of sex?!" I blurted out, jumping up from where I'd seated. "Who is she? And I'm not 'the god of sex' like you say it." Then his voice changed seductively, " it's Eros, god of love, and sexual desires"

Yes, I would have if the circumstances were not like that. Hades, the Greek God of Underworld. His name suited him in all ways. He was handsome, his features like that of a Greek God. That night in the light of the road lamps I tried to dive into his sparkling blue eyes. I was pushed back as if not given access. He was in control as if he was just looking for his pleasure.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa