Iliad Novels & Stories

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

“Bravest strongest and arrogant Bashful proud but diligent The un-vanquished city shall be his grave None but a sacrifice to Gods could save The Slayer of Knots would die by, A disloyal Ganymede on day nine: The cursed city would weal havoc A Golden Age would break forth The fire would spread through Hella’s heart A clash of two heavens would cause the spark On the month of Daesius , die or do your part.”

The commander shouted and the hoplites run after us, some of them are even riding chariots. "That reminds me of Pokemon! Gotta catch them all!" Jiroo sings a song while running and Liam laughs loudly at his friend's silly antics. "I'm Picachu but I will never let them catch me with their pokemon ball!" Jiroo said as he crouched down when one of the hoplites riding a chariot tried to grab his shirt. "Shit! This dress is getting on my way!" He hissed and ripped off the hem of his chiton up until above his knee.

Adrexa inquires. "Helen left her husband King Menelaus of Sparta, whose older brother is King Agamemnon of Mycenae. Both kings will take this as an insult and an excuse to attack Troy for its riches," I inform them. "The Greeks will not attack our city," the older boy Pallus states angrily. "Our walls were built by Poseidon himself and are impenetrable. No army would dare insult the god Poseidon," Pallus says defensively. Not wanting to get into a heated debate with a pre-teen, I simply state, "You're right. I apologize for worrying you all needlessly. I'm going to walk around for a little bit."

-Katherine- My Dearest Katherine, The battle did not unfold as I had hoped. We underestimated our enemy, believing they were few in number and engaged in fighting among themselves. How wrong we were. They stand united, skilled in combat, and remarkably resilient. Though they may appear barbaric, they are far from it. They are clever—far more clever than I ever anticipated. Now, I find myself at a loss. I fear for my own safety and that of my men. Their doubt weighs heavily on me, and I dread the thought of failing to protect them. Each life lost demands a scapegoat, and I’m that target. I will bear this burden willingly if only I knew how to save the rest. Yet, I am uncertain if victory in t

Hector’s eyes dropped to them for a moment before coming back up, and as we stared at each other I realized that I couldn’t for the life of me tell what was going through his head at this moment. This wasn’t unusual though, and as the silence turned pregnant with words unspoken I waited to get some sign from Hector that would let me launch into what I had to come to tell him—an apology, or a reprimand. He gave me nothing though, letting out a tired sigh after sometime and tilting his chin back upwards once more. I began to tense, interpreting this as a dismissal until his smooth baritone cut through my thoughts like a knife through butter. “My mother used to be obsessed with the classics,” h

*Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works* (From the floor of Katrina's office)

Nothing. “I can’t either,” I said, panic rising. “That’s by design, dear cousins,” a voice purred behind us. We turned to see Eris—the goddess of discord. “Strife” in English. Very on-brand. She’s the one who set the Trojan War in motion just because she wasn’t invited to a wedding. Heroes died, civilizations crumbled, divine rifts exploded. All because she got snubbed. So yeah, seeing her show up? Not a good sign.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

"Do you think she would want that? We all know what happened between you two." "Vampire or not, I still wouldn't want someone like you as my bride." Alistair smiled coolly. ***** October placed two thick books on a table, then sat before them. "Which one first?" She asked herself, looking at their titles. "The fifth dimension, history of the Lores or the Royal vampire family?" October closed her eyes. "Eenie, meenie, miney, mo." October opened her eyes to see that her hand stopped at the history of the Lores. She sighed out then picked another book.