Novel & Cerita Rain God Greek Mythology

Iris yells as she and Sil carry the Triton away. Titan and Adrian stab the wife of Hades. Her red blood covers the floor. “Persephone,” Demeter screams, making rain fall on earth. “Use the triton to stop the rain,” Gavin yells to Sil. “How?” Sil asks, holding the thing. “Stop raining” She waves it around and the rain stops. “Neat,” Iris tells her. Dionysos stumbles and Sil stabs him with the triton. “It was supposed to be a joke,” Dionysos tells them. “Selene and I thought it would be funny.”

Her sacrifices and her desperate attempts to protect me were all going to be in vain. Consumed by my grief and anger, I lashed at the only person I could think of. The moon goddess. ‘'Why did you abandon us?'’ I screamed into the sky. ‘’why did you let them take her away from me!’’ And in response, the sky opens up, and rain comes pouring down. A torrent of water soaks through my clothes and washes away the dirt and grime of the forest floor. The raindrops are like tears from the heavens, mourning the loss of my mother. The rain continued falling in sheets, drumming against my skin, and I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me. It is as if the moon goddess was crying with me. I struggled

“I had to see it for myself. If I didn’t, I would always have wondered… it’s better to know.” I open my mouth to object, but she talks before I can. “I should apologise to you. The way I spoke to the priest… I was way out of line.” “Yes,” I say with a chuckle. “You kinda were.” “I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning.” Above us, the sky rumbles and lightning flashes, spreading out like tree branches across the clouds. The fae stop and turn their faces upwards just as the rain starts to pour. The fae stands completely still, soaking up the rain. “Praise the Goddess. Praise Vesta for this gift of water,” Oberon calls out and gets to his feet. “Let us honour her. Bring forth the fruitful.”

His white eyes were dimmed, staring absentmindedly at the spot where Malakar had stood only moments ago. "He's gone," she whispered, her tone empty. Then she broke into sobs. Seeing the god of gods weep was not something I thought I would ever see in my lifetime. Thunder boomed in the distance as if the heavens rage with her. The sky cracked open and the heavens wept along with their goddess, pouring water down on us with so much force that we were soaked to the bones in under seconds. But still, we stood under the rain and watched the god of goddess' heart break.

he drawled calmly. "That was Poseidon, god of the seas. Everyone knows that he is a jolly good fellow, always partying and dining but is very greedy with his treasures. But Hades, is sensitive, depressed, and irritable. Very short-tempered and quick to lash out," she countered. "There were other gods besides Poseidon," he said frowning at her obvious neglect of his accomplishments. "Yes, I know, there was Aeolus, god of the wind. Demeter, goddess of the harvest and seasons. Apollos, god of light, prophecy, healing, and plague," she listed them out.

Liora stood barefoot in the rain, her small hands raised to the clouds. The wind howled around her, the rain falling in sheets — yet none of it touched her. A golden shimmer surrounded her like a veil. She began to hum — a slow, steady rhythm. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The storm hesitated. The waves softened. Within minutes, the rain eased into gentle drizzle. When the villagers returned, the sea was calm again. They called it a miracle. Her mother called it terrifying. That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight —

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”

Her mother, her mother, had been hurt. Jolting upright she went to go find her mother. But, a strong arm that seemed to also help with the pain she was experiencing at the moment curved around her abdomen pulling her body close to him. Elle’s other free hand was also tied to the bedpost above her. Trying to free her hand, Elle slowly turned her head to the right to see this mysterious person. To her relief and dismay at the same time her eyes landed on Mr. Greek God himself. Covered in tattoos on the arm that was holding her, and a slow smile playing on his lips, she focused in on his scar that went from his jaw line to his neck. How had she not noticed this before? Somehow the scar made him

But little did she know that the sight had already been engraved in his mind , because he clenched his fist and cried on Hera's shoulder. Thunder roared in the sky as deafening sounds resounded from miles away, bringing with it heavy rain , from Hera's shoulder Rivero saw how his father's men fought their enemies with the rain , droplets of water fell from his black mohawk hair and he caught it with his hands and swore inwardly to avenge his clan . ' Whoosh' The whistling sound of wind echoed in the large hallway of the underground , everywhere was eerily quiet except for the hurried footsteps of Hera .

Chapter 12: New Tricks Ryder The son of Poseidon. Does he mean the God Poseidon? “Are you saying you are the half-blood son of the God who talks to fish?” Yes, I had to put it that way. I think it’s safe to say, the Gods don’t seem to favor me at the moment. Why should I show them any respect? “Well, yeah. But he can also do other things. So can I. Watch this...”