Janus Myths Novels & Stories

– he says, looking back at the man. - If you need me, I'm here. I think this is the reason why the Moon Goddess let me live for so many years. I believe that you and Romeo are the incarnations of Airon and Lysander. The war began with them. If it doesn't end with you, at least try to finish your story better than them. - I'll die with him if I have to. – Julius says, and Shane screams in pain, listening to his friend. - I think the Goddess has other plans for you two.

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. They all looked at Yang Xiao. In their eyes, Yang Xiao was already a dead man. It was just a matter of time. At this time, the old Patriarch of the Debs clan, Stephan, was stunned as well. “Your Imperial Highness, victory is within our grasp.” “Why did you choose to fight Zeus one on one? Zeus isn’t someone to be trifled with!” After Stephan finished speaking, all the martial arts practitioners of the Robert family nodded. Zeus was the king of gods in ancient Roman myths.

There was a purpose to his question, a hidden meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. “Most of them were just that, stories. But there were some old myths, particularly about divine gold,” I continued, my voice a low, thoughtful murmur. “They said it was the only substance that could pierce the hide of an otherwise unkillable being, a metal forged in the heart of a star, blessed by the gods themselves.” Hypatos brushed the topic off too quickly afterward, a sudden, almost forced shift in his demeanor. “Just a thought,” he said, his voice a little too casual, a little too dismissive. “A silly myth. Forget I mentioned it.” He stood up, his movements stiff, a sudden urgency in his demeanor that was out

If that meant I never met her and was the perpetual bachelor then so be it, but I was not going to go against the moon goddess and choose someone that wasn't meant for me! Getting across the highway, if that’s what you want to call it, I quickly let Janus take over shifting us into his big black, hairy body. Janus is completely black with the exceptions of his markings. He has a white waxing and waning moon, facing each other, on his forehead, and a white full moon on his chest. While Janus takes off towards the castle, I am left stuck in my own thoughts. All of my thoughts right now revolve around Alaina, this woman is going to be my undoing.

Part of me knows that at least a fraction of that is genuine. And I hate it. I close my eyes and let out a groan at the thought. Another Ancient. Then why did Janus act like I really was the last one? Did he not know about that man? Or did he just not serve his purpose? Did Janus know about him? If so, then why didn’t the Ancient just work together with Janus? Did they not work together? I’m so confused. I need so many answers, and I have no idea how to get to them.

Jan was very surprised but also confused by everything he was remembering. "Really?" he repeated the question. "Yes, now tell me what it was that you remembered." He recalled the day when a god named Anuxis had arrived at his house asking for his mother, Ailit. He was a terrible being, red and black, who threw flames, lightning, and thunder. Jan remembered that his father had told him that Ailit had died, but now he realized that was not true. Serafín was surprised when Jan mentioned his mother's name, Ailit.

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”

“You shouldn’t second-guess the Gods, Juniper. They don’t lie.” “Oh please,” Jesse says, frowning up at Midnight. “Orion’s dad is just as divine as our mothers, and they lie all the time.” “Then why aren’t your mothers gods,” Midnight says, tilting her head back to frown up at Jesse. “Instead of just women who tell lies?” “I don’t know, Mids,” Jesse says, leaning forward to challenge her a bit. “Maybe they’re just not as ancient as Orion’s crusty old dad – maybe some day they will be –“

There was a story here the anthropologist in him itched to uncover for more reasons than one. Lingering in his vehicle, Jim watched as Teri drew the blinds in the RV’s bedroom, her seductive silhouette against them a succubus’ envy. When the last lights in the RV were extinguished, he started his Jeep, only turning on the headlights when he reached the highway. As he drove home, he recalled a long-forgotten story from Plato. In Greek mythology, humans originally had four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Jealous of their happiness and petty in the way Greek gods were, Zeus split them into two distinct parts, and condemned them to spend their lives lonely, in search of their missing

What we had done to them was a blatant act of treason. "Are you familiar with the muses?" Julian asked, catching me off guard. What a peculiar thing to ask someone. Especially someone from the more supernatural side of life. Obviously she knew of the muses. Nine crones who dished out necklaces left and right at the behest of the Goddess. Everyone and their babies knew who they were.