Phaedra Mythology Novels & Stories

he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back. A little later, Migi was already a little farther away. His knees were still shaking, but he would never want it to let himself be killed. But he was stoned when the creature looked up, its terrifying pair of orbs glaring at her. He didn’t know how it noticed, but he was ever aware that he was one step closer to being a food. After all, he was fresher and much more appealing than the corpse it’d been feasting since earlier. Migi let out a cry, now walking a little faster without turning around. The creature smiled, its loose, bloody lips curving so widely it stretched the bone of its face now sticking out of its cheek.

"I am Phaethon, your son!" "Rise, Phaethon. Let me look at you." He stood up, his legs trembling. "Yes, you may well be my son. I seem to see a resemblance. Which one did you say?" "Phaethon." "Oh, Clymene's boy. I remember your mother well. How is she?" "In good health, sire." "And did I not leave some daughters with her as well? Yellow-haired maidens — quite pretty?" "My sisters, sire. The Heliads."

Pheonix suggested and everyone turned to look at him. “Who is the Lord of the revival” Valerie asked quite confused by the name. “Well then, why don’t you all settle down and listen to this ancient tale of the lord of the revival’s adventure” Pheonix announced. “Theseus, great hero of Attic legend, son of Aegeus, king of Athens, and Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen in Argolis, or of the sea god, Poseidon, and Aethra. Legend relates that Aegeus, being childless, was allowed by Pittheus to have a child Theseus by Aethra. When Theseus reached manhood, Aethra sent him to Athens. On the journey he encountered many adventures. At the Isthmus of Corinth he killed Sinis, called the Pine

It was originally a wedding gift from Hephaestus, the blacksmith god, to the goddess Harmonia for her wedding to the King of Thebes, Cadmus. Hephaestus had caught his wife Aphrodite having an affair with Ares, god of war. Hephaestus claimed that any child produced from this union would be cursed. Harmonia was the daughter of Aphrodite and Ares, and on her wedding day, he gave her the necklace he had crafted and cursed to bring misfortune to anyone who possessed it. Although cursed, the necklace was also said to bring eternal youth and beauty. It was highly coveted by women of the House of Thebes. According to myth, the necklace had the shape of two serpents using their mouths to form a clasp

“They are the three Supreme Deities … the Three Pillars of Divinity … the Three Points of the Triangle … the ones who created our world before the Age of the Empyreal Gods.” “So they’re like the gods of the gods we have now?” “Yes,” Jade replied. “Now back to our subject … the Adentus gave the Power Crystals to the three countries surrounding Galadhor.” “Three countries?” Arth asked. “Is Glacia one of them?” Arth looked at the map. Galadhor was indeed found at the center of Earthos. “First was Drava, the western region of Earthos,” Jade pointed at the left side of the map. “It is a country with hot climate, and it is where most dragons have lived. The people of Drava worship Phlareus; the Su

After Brandon was finished, I began explaining what I had learned about the family. “I would like to know one thing. I thought that Penthesilea and Phlegyas were put to death after what they did to Aphrodite.” I said. “We were told they were and there were pictures of them dead. I saw them die.” Hades replied. “Their powers were removed then they were killed.” Ares states.

Their eyes always give it away. "Welcome back, Lord Ares. I wanted to wait till after you had returned before taking my leave. I am Oracle Trophonius." the oracle bowed his head. "I’m Phaedra, and only here because I did a favor for Eros." the gorgon shrugged indifferently. My eyes narrowed when he said his name, and my nostrils flared as my hand bawled into a fist. "You son of a bitch... I should add your name to the death count." I glared.

Even the nearest manors, hoping to get a whiff of her or Fenrir’s scent. All the while Phaedra is drowning in guilt and regret, having remembered their argument just moments before she was pushed to the brink of death and kidnapped. She shouldn’t have said those. If she did, she could’ve stayed with her a little bit longer and protected her. She did not even hear her friend’s final cry for help for she was too deep in her slumber. For this reason, she cries herself to sleep every night.

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

Yet, it was the worst cake Zen had ever created in history. Of course, the dungeon creator thought to include Lores in this dungeon. Zen was almost certain there was a hidden side quest somewhere. However, he did not have the luxury of time to explore them when he was getting carried to the vanguard members. “According to Greek mythology, when Medusa was slain, she birthed two children that belonged to Poseidon. The flying hogs we saw earlier were Chrysaor’s descendants. However, the boss is the actual twin brother of the flying hog. You wouldn’t guess they were twins if not for their wings,” Damian smirked. “After all, who would associate the beautiful Pegasus with the boorish Chrysaor?”