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One at a time. “Who am I?” I asked. She looked a little taken aback by my direct question. “You are a half-blood” she broke the ice. I wasn’t surprised, somehow. “What about Kyle?” I asked but this time Kyle answered. “I’m too,” my eyes took his small smile, “Son of Demeter, Goddess of Harvest” “So, the Greek Mythology? The gods and goddesses stuff is real?” “Yes, every God’s real however the Greek Gods and Goddesses are more powerful because they rule the west where the power vests now,” she explained.

I couldn't help but smile at the innocent curiosity that shown on his perfectly sculpted face. "It's nothing. If you belive Greek Mythology, Zeus was kind of a horn dog. Sounds like he wanted to feel, but it wasn't feelings." I giggled a little bit, but stopped when I saw the look of irritation on Amphitrion's face. "You shouldn't believe everything you read. Zeus may have been a - horn dog - but he wanted to connect with someone I think. It wasn't easy being the King of the Gods."

There are two kinds of trolls, giant giants and small dwarfs. 8. Cerberus Based on Greek myth, Cerberus is a giant 3-headed dog that guards the entrance to Hades. Cerberus is the son of Typhon and Echidna. In Greek legend, it is stated that Orpheus, Aeneas and Odysseus were able to pass Cerberus and enter the underworld or Hades. 9. Naga/Nagini

She preyed open his hands and turned around but was blown away by his well scruptured face that looked like a Greek god. 'you f*cking slept with a Greek god Kendall,way to go girllllllll.' her subconscious mind praised her. "Oh enough with the act already and don't even think about running away. " He glared at her and Kendall felt like a bucket of cold had been poured on her. "Why are you here?" There was no point feigning ignorance anyway. 'not that I can actually ignore him though.'she mentally rolled my eyes. "Why did you run away." He asked with a raspy voice and Kendall instinctively take a step back while he also moved closer till she'd nowhere to run and he caged her in-between his ha

I decided that conversation, however painful, was the safest option. “I am the eldest daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea. I told you my stepmother murdered him…. What I didn’t tell you was that, with him being a God, it is impossible that she could have done it on her own. Someone helped her, and that someone resides here. In the realm of the Gods.” “Do you know who?” “I do not. This is why our being here is such a gamble. Eros, the god of love and…. Sex. That is who we seek.”

In one word, my room was a forest in the making. Hera and Zeus said they had to go on a little trip to the real Mount Olympus, and didn't mention when they'd return. Eros still stayed after all the chaos, Zeus and Hera gave him an earful of scolding, he only nodded and winked at me. That guy was a devil! I wondered how he became the god of love. No one was willing to take him in, so, he slept on the couch. It was like he wasn't on good terms with his mother.

Nyla didn’t understand figures of speech, nor was she up to date on modern language. Had they been cut off from the world when their master had been imprisoned? For how long? Legends about ancient Greece were thousands of years old. And in all those lore and legends, there wasn’t a single mention of a God of Justice... “I don’t think she’s questioning your powers, my old friend,” the horned god explained to the serpent, scratching her scales until she purred with delight. “But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?”

We have to get her back. After a round of rushed introductions that I highly doubt Odysseus will remember, Xander cuts to the point. “Tell us about Briareus.” Odysseus sighs. “He’s one of the three Hecatoncheires—sons of Gaia and Uranus, uncles to the Olympians. Giants, each with fifty heads and a hundred arms. Monstrous in form, but they fought with the gods in the war against the Titans. Zeus holds them in high regard.”

"Trace the exact maternal lineage of the Ethiopian King." "Write a 500-word theological breakdown of the Primordial Chaos." All around me, the elite Awakeners of Class 1 are scribbling furiously, treating this like basic kindergarten math. I, meanwhile, am staring at a violently blank screen. My entire knowledge of Western mythology comes strictly from Marvel movies, Disney cartoons, and unhinged internet memes. If he asks me about Thor's abs or Hades's sassy flaming hair, I'm covered. But the messy, obscure family trees of ancient Greek deities? Not a chance.

Definitely Noah's son. "But, what no one knew was that there was a fourth one. One that is even above the alpha. The Greek mythology called him many names, like the bearer of death, Hades's dog..." "Was he a Lycan?" Kieth asked. "Sort of...he was more powerful than a Lycan alpha." Kieth's eyes widen, "What was he called then?" I moved a little closer and whispered, "He was called..." I moved a little closer "The Hellhound."