Story Behind Medusa Novels & Stories

Alex said coldly, “You haven’t told me any secrets, but you’re already thinking about begging for mercy? I think you’re simply cooking up nonsense because you’re afraid of death.” “It’s real. Medusa’s Aegis Shield is a holy tool of my clan. It possesses a great secret.” “Spill the beans then. I’ll find out if I can spare your life.” The Black Robe was at his wit’s end, so he could only say, “The ancestor of Medusa is sealed within Medusa’s Aegis Shield. Upon activation, its power will be a hundred times more powerful than it is now. Everyone who sees the shield will be petrified, but you need an incantation to activate it.”

Her mousey-blonde hair looks greasy and knotted, around her eyes look worn and sunken but her eyes themselves… The light shining from the doorway gives me a glimpse into her eyes and it makes my blood run cold. I’ve looked into the eyes of people as they took their last breath. I’ve seen the eyes of the dead. I’ve even seen the eyes of pure evil. But these eyes… their normal glimmering shade of topaz appear vacant while holding memories of horrors many couldn’t even begin to imagine. It’s almost as if I can see those horrors replaying themselves in her eyes, sharing their terror with any who dare to look. Reminds me of the tale of Medusa. A beautiful woman; raped by Poseidon and punished by

I wanted him to see that I cannot be broken, that I cannot be ruined, despite his best efforts to degrade me as a human being and use me as a pawn to gain leverage over my family. I didn’t fight, cry, or scream. I endured not because I could, but because I had to survive. I had to live to see the day when the wheels would turn, and karma would find its course. They say Medusa was cursed to trade off her beauty for stone, her gorgeous locks for snakes, but the truth was: it wasn’t a curse but her power. The power of a wronged maiden who had fallen prey to the greed and lust of the cruel God. So, she chose to be worshipped as a goddess among monsters so no one could ever ravage her again.

Upon noticing my cold and detached expression, Justin suddenly grabbed my wrist and asked, "What are you up to now, Celeste? I'm warning you—even without your so-called tricks, I can live perfectly fine. I will only love Ruby in this life, so you'd better not think you can deceive me again with your lies!" I had ventured into the deep sea in search of rare treasures in my past life, just so he could live a normal life. He never knew how I treated him, though. He believed Ruby's claims when she caught a bizarre disease and ordered a doctor to slice open my fish tail to cure her. Ruby's condition never improved, so he concluded that the idea of mermaids being able to cure cutaneous desiccation

It was halfway to becoming a dragon when it died, leaving behind a poisonous quagmire that slowly defiled the land it once governed. The legend of Medusa must have been invented by the Naga Tribe, who once lived in the civilisation buried beneath the mountain. They must have trained their descendants to visit the buried city through the Medusa Shrine until recently, when it became too dangerous to visit after the poison wyvern died. The blindfolding tradition was because they could not have torches underground, which could result in an explosion from built-up explosive gases. Either that or the underground oxygen level was insufficient for torches to be lit.

Lucas answered sharply “You mean the ones in Greek mythology?” Harley asked from where she sat in a confused tine “Medusa?” Roman asked again “You can’t be serious” Sophie scoffed “I know it’s hard to believe, with the snake and her hands turning to stone then it’s a guess she might be turning to into ….that” Lucas exhaled before his eyes Sophie’s sad ones “But then why would she stone herself? Medusa couldn’t do that till she looks at herself in the mirror and Sophie is just changing so it can’t be right… and she’s having visions” Roman ran his hands in his hair before going to stand beside Lucas

Snake Eyes frowned and disappeared from his seat, melting into the smoke storm that had been generated. *Sizzle* *Crackle* The drowning sound of lightning was heard again as Indra pushed on, pressing against the Shield of Medes and splitting it into two! *Crack* "This..." Medusa's eyes bulged out as Indra destroyed her defense and came flying towards her. Although she wasn't well versed in defensive arts, she had faith in the Shield of Medes. After all, it had once received a blow from the mighty Heracles before and had survived; yet this shield couldn't hold Indra back!

And what's so funny? "It just baffles me why you disregard people in this manner," Medea said. "I think you should keep your nose out of my business, Medea!" Claire lividly said. "Your business?" Medea scoffed. "You are so mean that the very sight of you makes me cold and nauseous." "Coming from a nobody who is named after a witch, you were cold right from your mother's womb!" "Point of correction, Claire, the renowned Medea was a sorceress, not a witch!"

Indeed Melissa's stature was a sculpture like no other for her, her eyes showed arrogant — the strong will of a survival, but yet there was a teardrop beneath her left eye — tears from fear, or maybe lost. She was a specimen with a soul of a fighter but the heart of a love. Medusa let out a long sigh, dusted off her hands and turned to leave, only to be greeted with an uncanny site. A large bat collided with her forehead. Medusa didn't see that coming, she didn't even have time to react. She slumped to the floor, the bat came crashing down over and over again until her face was a blood. The hissing of snakes enveloped the room with unease but still the attacker was unhitched, she continued w

Her shoulder rubs mine, and that briefest bit of contact warms me inside. “I saw it when she was telling me about the powers that existed when she was first alive. She said it was like magic, but normal, like fire being hot. Did all of that stuff really happen? Medusa, Pegasus, minotaur, cyclops’s and hydras, were they all real?” I fight that feeling of my tummy clenching and my body swallowing down the bile as it rises in my throat. Obviously it is all true. I’m stood in an underground cave, surrounded by weapons, chest plates, jewels and objects from story books that I never really believed could exist.