Mythology Hermes Novels & Stories

He added before smirking at her. Eleena’s brows met when she remembered Hermes’s character. He’s the messenger of the gods. That’s all she remembers but she’s certain that he is also a god of some things. She realized what Apollo just said that is why she couldn’t stop herself from glaring at her and Hermes glared at her too. “I cannot believe that you do not know me!” He exclaimed and even threw his hands in the air which made Artemis shake her head. “Gossiper.” Eleena said to herself while still glaring at Hermes. “You should be the god of the gossipers.”She added but now in a louder voice that caused Hermes' face to get serious.

He was lonely, and changing. Hermes, still messenger of the gods, and Zeus’ favorite messenger, often graced the palace when he wasn’t with his mate whom he lived with in Bergarian. Notes upon notes of request if Parisa had even an inclining of where his mate might be. Hermes, sworn to secrecy, he could not elaborate to anyone else except my mother. Father was enraged, because Hermes’ powers could only do as he was told to send secret messages amongst the gods. Did mother eventually tell father? Of course she did, and to me as well.

Because I’m about to meet a god. Hermes. Greek and Roman mythology has always fascinated me—especially considering my connection to Selene—but Hermes? That’s one god I never wanted to meet in person. The Divine Trickster. He stole Apollo’s sacred cattle as a newborn. Helped design Pandora with a deceitful heart and then let her loose on mankind. He’s not known for playing fair—or playing nice. So yeah, I’m uneasy. When Alex turns to ask if I’m ready, I don’t even correct him for calling me little brother.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

I closed my eyes, thinking about him, only to open them the next minute reproving myself for wasting time. I was supposed to be reading those books I borrowed. I decided to sift through a few to find some clue, anything that helped me understand this madness. I kept getting distracting finding random objects in Marcus's bedroom. Reading those wooden tablets and parchment scrolls was pretty boring compared to exploring his stuff. I caught myself multiple times snooping around and went back to reluctantly to read some more. I found a scroll about Hermeticism that Selma talked about yesterday. There was something called a lament by Thoth, an Egyptian god known to the Romans as Mercury.