Mythology Vulcan Novels & Stories

Juno, the goddess of marriage and Jupiter’s wife, contradicts. But Bacchus (the god of wine), Vulcan (the god of fire and forge), and Neptune (the god of the sea) agreed to Jupiter’s condition. Pluto also agreed, but he had a hidden agenda. He wants the infinite powers of the six diamonds all by himself. ‘The six diamonds will be mine, alone! No one can have it but me!’ he said to his mind.

"That's exactly what happened." Arlo slowly sits back in his chair. "Venus...Aphrodite..." Arlo whispers in absolute awe, his eyes going wide. "Her mortal lover was gored to death by a wild boar sent by a jealous Ares. Aphrodite's immense, devastating grief over his shredded body became a core pillar of her mythos!" He grabs his datapad, typing frantically. "It perfectly matches Hilbert's lecture! By recreating the exact trauma of the original myth, she forced a genetic resonance. Chloe literally tricked her DNA into believing she is the Goddess, forcing an Awakening!"

"She loves turning them into animals, sometimes kills them or irritate their children." "Continuing, Poseidon the God of sea and earthquakes is married and so is Hephaestus the god of fire and metal work. He is married to Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, who in turn is in love with Ares the God of war which makes him unavailable too. Then there is the unmarried Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus. Lord Apollo and Hermes have countless lovers, but the former only has his heart set on one and Hermes isn't the marrying type. Dionysus due to his controversial birth of having a mortal mother mustn't have appeased her."

Vulcan said smiling widely like a school boy who got a kiss from his long time crush. " Hi. " we said in unison and smiled. Vulcan didn't really stay long with us giving us more time to get to know each other. It felt so nice being in a girl's company for a change, I can't even remember the last time I talked to one. " So what are you? " she asked. "I know Vulcan's a vampire but I don't know what you are. " " oh, I'm a werewolf, what are you? " " Some say we're witches but we're just blessed with the gift of vision and healing and we are friends with dragons. "

The river of dark eyes dashing roarly towards Michael but, Michael too chanted his magic. "No. 2 ultimate magic: vulcan salamander." The vulcan salamander which was composed of a very sharp thick fire met the river dark ice. The two magic pushed each other. The strength and power was equal. The tug of war between the two magic is unmistakable and phenominal. "Ultimate fire elf magic no. 2: eagle wings of destruction." Michael casted again. Two ultimate magic at the the same. Its truly was the true legendary knights of Mavis. This makes, Gathouř to widen his eyes. There's no one he knew of or saw can cast ultimate magic continuously.

the smith chuckled, then he excitedly sent forth his arms again. Suddenly, a great pillar of lava burst out from the volcano. “What are you doing just standing there? Come help!” the smith yelled. “Throw your metal into the pillar! It’s the heart of the volcano! It’s heat is immeasurable! This is the only thing that can melt your metal!” the smith continued, signalling for Zephyr to move.

“Vlad…” “Brat!” Isaac shouted but Vladimir raised his hand to stop them. He gritted his teeth to suppress the pain but his fury had no bounds. He was thinking the most horrendous way to kill the bastard in front of him. But He will let him hurt for now. His eyes scanned his wife’s body. Fortunately, she was not hurt or injured.

“But Kolya is just a bannik.” “Perhaps he seems so, appearances-wise, but his bloodline speaks otherwise.” Anya's head swum. Memories of the old tales of the gods told round the hearth-fire by Dmitri surfaced in her mind. She recalled the thunder god Perun, king of storms, and his rival jovial Veles, lord of cattle and the leafy green underworld. She thought of the golden spring god Jarilo and his lover Morena, goddess of winter, death, and witchcraft, eternal enemy of Chernobog.

Alcmene’s voice fades into an echo as I try to understand what she is saying. “I don’t understand. Do you mean Zeus? THE Zeus, the Greek god who lives on top of a mountain? Thunderbolts and all that? No way. That’s not possible, those are just stories.” I send up a silent prayer to the goddess that this is some kind of initiation hoax played on everyone by their wolf. Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk.

Signs of a significant catastrophe looming not too far in the distant future. "Little mistress," I say hurriedly. "This is not Neptune, but Vulcan's work," trying to remember my Roman mythology. Vulcan, the god of the forge, his Greek counterpart Hephaestus. Vulcanism derived from the god's name, hence the word "volcano." Mixing mythology with some sound B.S., I continue. "Vulcan will cause the mountain to erupt, and in effect, destroy Pompeii." "How do you know this?" She asks with her green-blue eyes rounded in fear. I hate lying to a child, but what harm can a white-lie cause?