Olympians Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

"This is very powerful medicine we got from the Dryads" Leo narrowed his eyes, "From what?" Mia giggled, shaking her head, "Dryads are wood nymphs. They have knowledge about every herb and wood in the forest" "You went to Olympus?" I question, my mouth parted in surprise. The entire mountain was sacred and only for Greek gods. No one was allowed there unless it was an official business or the Ball hosted by them. They don't entertain guests because Hera made a strict policy about it. Just because her husband can't keep it in his pants everyone else has to suffer the rules.

Olivia yelled at Narcissa and Tristan. “You,” she pushed Narcissa and Tristan behind her standing as a shield, protecting her like Athena carried some disease. “Don’t come close to my daughter or my sons. Stay away from them” Olivia grabbed Athena’s arm tight. Athena was too shocked to react, and Cleon started crying amidst the chaos. Athena gulped her saliva down as Olivia looked intimidating. “Murderer and a gold digger,” Olivia yelled in Athena’s face, digging her sharp nails into Athena’s arms and scratching the skin.

Now it seems not to be the case. Thinking through her, she begins to tell her good friends about what Olympian gods might have. “Well… According to the legend. I know that they should have many monsters and beasts in control. Also… they should have a lot of goodies such as The Golden Fleece, Golden Apple, Aegis, Achilles Armor Etc.” Aurelia tries to list the artifact from the Greek Myth then she notices that it’s quite a long list so she brings out a tablet from her storage ring and starts to type all the lists as much as she could think of along with their abilities.

It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world. But of course, the fact that this place is also dangerous for a mere human like me brings height to my fears. Especially since I just received a death threat from one of the most powerful here in Olympus. Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus.

Both of them kissed their king on the cheeks and went away. “How did you do that?” Brock asked, astounded. “Do what?” Rad blinked before snapping his thoughts back on track. “Oh, right, newcomers. I’m an Olympian, by the way. We have shape-shifting powers. I’m the one who causes these….” He gestured to the people possessing animal appendages. “Olympian,” I mumbled. “Mt. Olympus.” Hercules was also from Mt. Olympus. Aside from super-strength, would that mean I had shape-shifting powers too? I would think about that some other time. My stomach started grumbling.

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.

“We have two and a half years. It will be a bit like athletes training for the Olympics.” “Olympics.” Heph mutters and shakes his head with his arms crossed over his chest. “Primates and savages. To Hell with the Olympics. This is life and death. Aphrodite will hold no qualms in striking down Iokaste or Lex. Both spirits need to be prepared.”

A young divine messenger sat with mortal shepherds, learning to play their simple flutes and sharing stories of distant lands he had visited on his travels. At one point during a lively folk dance led by Hermes and Dionysus—their movements wild and joyful as they encouraged everyone to join in—a particularly energetic spin sent Lysander spinning toward the edge of the crowd. As he regained his balance, he spotted Zeus observing from a distance, standing near the ancient olive tree with a cup of cider in his hand and a look of quiet wonder on his face.

Her ebony hair and blue eyes gave off a maternal vibe. "That would be most agreeable," Zeus nodded. His voice was husk. His bluish gray hair and green eyes gave off a serious demeanor. "To my left is Salax the demon God of Lust, to my right is Veraque, demon God of envy. Across from me is Erys and next to him is Kira. To what do I own the honor of our meeting?" I was putting on my best formal attitude. I had no idea what the Olympians were capable of, or how far their reach went.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”