Romance Novels With Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

His smoky blue eyes were cold; with undisguised authority, they gave in a slight bow. "Vevaíos aderfé!" The man with black hair and smoky grey eyes voiced out a smirk as he checked me out. "An eínai aftí, tóte eínai kaló," The brown-haired man with neon eyes voiced out with a smirk. Greeks. So, they are more handsome Greece men in Rome? I thought they all moved out to the west, the east, the north! "Welcome home, the majestic Lady Cicero!" The guy that directed me months ago at the Lanfonsy company when I came to confront this thief came to me as he held out my palm and kissed it. They all did before leaving the garden except for the brown-haired man.

I had never heard him say he loved me, but he sure did show it. Reaching for his tattoo, my hands were restrained. "Why? I want to touch you." "Remember, Firefly! Out of bounds." I felt bad, or maybe I was overthinking it. I mean, if he didn’t love me or value me, why bring me here? I had always loved Greece, not just for its outstanding history but for the myths. "How did you know?" I asked him. "I see your stories. I will be taking you through this city—a city that values beauty. You deserve to be worshipped only in temples that hold such standards."

Ken asked, equally interested after hearing that Jeremy belongs to the literature department. Jeremy caressed the book and involuntarily smiled. "Simply put.." Jeremy began. "It's a representation of Greek mythology, Latin Folklore and further afield legends in a way—enjoyable to read." Ken shook his head as if understanding what Jeremy said but then wrinkled his brows. "Mythology?" Monroe pushed Ken's elbow which was rubbing against her chest and interrupted. "Is it in your curriculum? Or just a reference reading?" "I am reading it out of sheer curiosity." Jeremy flapped the pages of the book. "In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of t

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

"Let's get down to business then." He rose from his seat, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. He placed it on the coffee table beside his phone with a heavy thud. I scanned the crimson cover. Greek Gods was stamped across the center in elegant gold cursive. "Before you start looking for Nicholas, you need to understand the story of Selene, the Moon Goddess, and Endymion, the mortal who stole her heart." Just hearing Selene's name sent a flare of fury through me. The way she'd pulled my strings and made me dance on her palm like a damn puppet made my blood boil. I had truly believed Sofia was someone I would die for. What a fool I'd been.

Why else would we have fallen so hard for each other? And that was when being a werewolf devastated me for the second time. We all know we’re mated to someone that the Moon Goddess chooses for us. It seemed romantic when I was younger, like love at first sight and finding the other half of you. But that was before I realized that it could also break my heart.

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

Something very heavy. Vanilla. Crushed orchids. And warm honey. My real scent. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and curled into a tight ball in the snow, pushing my face into my knees. Please, Goddess, no. Hide it. Keep it in. The scent poured out of me, a scared, desperate signal from an Omega whose pack Alpha had just been killed. I couldn't stop it any more than I could stop my own heart from beating. The wind shifted, blowing right from where the "weaklings" huddled toward the Lycan King.

“Zara! That’s amazing! I’ve been rooting for this to happen for ages!” She laughed, her cheeks flushed. “I know, right? He’s just so… incredible. Ordinary werewolf or not, Loren is smart, charming, and he wants to become a scientist. Can you imagine that? Me, a future Gamma soldier, with a scientist by my side?” I placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling warmly. “Opposites attract, Zara. You’ve liked him for so long, and now that you’ve got a shot at being together, you should go for it. Who cares if your aspirations are different? Love finds its way.”