Male Greek Gods Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zeus is often depicted as an older man with a beard and is represented by symbols such as the lightning bolt and the eagle. He fathered many children. Among the most well-known are Athena, the goddess of war; Perseus, the hero known for slaying Medusa; and Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, and wife to Hades. Zeus is known for his many sexual (and oftentimes nonconsensual) relationships outside of his marriage to his wife and sister Hera.

I asked, just making sure. "Don't worry, it's a non-alcoholic drink," he promised. "Ok, that's good to know; thank you," I said, and after repeating my order, he excused himself and went to the kitchen to file my order. While waiting for my meal, I had the opportunity to gaze at the decor of the place, enjoying the stylish design of the whole place, which resembles the sea. When I think of Greece, all I can think of are its great beaches and, of course, its gods and goddesses, such as the three brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

The doors swung open of their own accord, revealing the vast throne room beyond, where columns of polished marble rose to a ceiling painted with scenes of the gods’ greatest triumphs. At the far end of the room, Zeus sat upon his throne of oak and bronze, his form larger than life even for a god, his eyes flashing with the same light as lightning in storm clouds. Around him stood other members of the pantheon – Athena in her armor of polished silver, Hephaestus leaning on his hammer despite his lameness, Aphrodite draped in fabrics that shimmered like water, Ares looking bored and restless as always. Behind them, lesser gods and nymphs stood in respectful silence, their eyes fixed on the kin

“And he looks more dashing. How old is he now? Like forty? Forty-five? You, in the middle of those three gods, were just so hilarious.” “Cal must be Hades,” Bethany smirked but looked at me, lifting a brow as she waited for me to agree. I shook my head and heaved a deep sigh. “He’s annoying,” I muttered, my lips pouting. If I were to compare them to the Olympus gods, Cal would be Zeus because of his cunning personality, but he could be Poseidon because of his bad temper. “I agree. He’s…” Marga giggled. “a panty-melter. He could be Adonis.”

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."

‘Dionysus, is she ready? Another masculine voice thundered and this time we both shivered. This male, god, is different. This one is stronger. The fox bowed her head, then she looked up at the new male, her eyes narrowed but still filled with hate. ‘Lord Zeus.’ The fox said, and my breath hitched. Is this for real? This is the king of the Greek Gods. The ruler of mount Olympus himself. ‘Yes, she is. We were just waiting for you to give us your permission.’

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

Any woman would kill for his attention. 'Just let me die! He's so beautiful.. God spent a century creating this fine piece.' Even the males couldn't help appreciate this beautiful Man. Giselle was not left out, in other to gain more face in her party she hurrily fix her looks and headed towards the demi god standing in the middle of a few elites of the city. "Ehm...excuse me Gentlemen, is everyone having a great time?" Giselle's playful voice got their attention.. She received warm smiles from them but she obviously got eyes for bigger fishes.

Any other time, I would be embarrassed of my wolf’s words, but right now, it only pushes my desire even higher, as the fire within me burns brighter. Ahhhh. Yes. He releases his hold on me and scrambles across the bed towards the nightstand. Within seconds, he retrieves the lube and scrambles back to me. With my vision hazed by my lust, I slowly scan my mate’s tall and muscular body as he positions himself between my legs. A Greek God. He is a Greek God. My breath hitches as I savor the view of his smooth and broad chest. My hand slowly raises. As soon as my fingertips touch his warm skin, his warmth seeps into my fingertips and spreads throughout of my hand.

"They were not people. Those who we slaughtered were vampires and our comrades died to protect you and your brother. Yes, protect you from them and many other evils that are out there." I laughed. "Vampires! really, you don't expect me to believe that do you?" Unbelievable, does he think this is a joke? What the hell! "Everything you know to be myths and fairy tales are all real Malia. For example You. More precisely Us." My eyes locked on his with a confused and questioning gaze. "Me? What… what am I?" I looked at him pleadingly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "What do you know about the Greek gods?" He asked. "Uh unfortunately not much, I was never really interested in it and f