Momus Greek Mythology の小説・ストーリー

Cole said and even though I nodded, I only half heard what he said. I walked over to the sculpture of Adonis just a few meters away from the wall-mounted tv. Reaching a finger up, I grazed the sculpture lightly, a small smile finding its way onto my face. It was the first time I’d seen the sculpture of Adonis in person. Prior to that day, I’d only seen it in books. If there was something else I inherited from my mom aside from my curves it had to be her obsession with Greek mythology. My mom was so obsessed that she named all her five children after the Greek gods and goddesses. I remember that she had countless Greek mythology books lying about in the house and only I out of all my siblings

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.

"Well, there's us, vampires, witches, and elves. Though elves tend to stick to themselves. We know they're here on Earth, but no one's spotted on in years." "So who's this vampire God guy, then?" I ask. "His official title is God of Death and Immortality," she tells me. "Sounds about right," I run my hands through my tangled hair, trying to comb it out as we talked. "His official name is Thanatos. You might've heard that one in some human Greek adaptations of the Astral." "Does The Moon Goddess have a name?" "Her name is Aega."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

She is a virgin goddess and is the sister of Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Demeter and Hera. Dionysus : Greek God of wine, grape harvest, the ritual madness ( I like him.) and theatre. He is the son of Zeus and Semele. Thanatos : Greek God of death. (Better known as the reaper.) He is the son of Erebos (Darkness) and Nyx (Night). Demigod : The offspring of a god and a human. (Sometimes other mythical beings too.) A half God to be exact. The list doesn't end here and these are only basics, the charecters will be explained again as we met them.

Little Thena couldn't help but be enchanted by it all, tugging at her mother's hand to explore. With her curious eyes and radiant smile, she attracted attention everywhere she went. Her natural beauty was striking, with the purple hue in her eyes growing more vibrant in the sunlight. To Iris, her daughter looked like a miniature version of the Greek goddess Athena - intelligent, bright, and sunny. But as the family meandered through the crowded streets, little did they know that danger was lurking in the shadows. Monsters of all kinds watched from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Somewhere in the South of France…

I murmur with confusion at his terms. "The night the moon sleeps and the stars hide whilst the sky thunders with a wrath is the chosen day the beast shall emerge to claim what is his." "What are you saying, Cronus?" "It is quite simple, Theia. It means something is coming." ~~~ A/N Hello, my little wolves, Hope you enjoyed this chappy! Here are the meanings of Theia's friends' greek names that I researched to match with their outlined status and personality, Aegeus - Protector

He nods once and strides toward Briareus. He’s barely ten feet out when the Titan roars, “TURN BACK, SPIRIT. NONE WHO ENTER HERE RETURN.” All of his mouths speak at once. The sound hits like a thunderclap. We all duck, covering our ears. “Mighty Briareus, oldest of the Hecatoncheires, uncle to the Olympians—I greet you with respect and beg your benevolence,” Odysseus calls. Somehow, I know he’s speaking Ancient Greek—and somehow, I understand it. Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too.

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”