Styx Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

I asked, just making sure. "Don't worry, it's a non-alcoholic drink," he promised. "Ok, that's good to know; thank you," I said, and after repeating my order, he excused himself and went to the kitchen to file my order. While waiting for my meal, I had the opportunity to gaze at the decor of the place, enjoying the stylish design of the whole place, which resembles the sea. When I think of Greece, all I can think of are its great beaches and, of course, its gods and goddesses, such as the three brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

A bear of a dog is licking my face – or rather, the blood dripping out of the open wounds in my face – while something close is making a hissing sound like a pit of snakes. I drag my ass through the muddy bank and scream. Another dog turns to snarl at me and then a third, till my brain registers that all three heads are attached to the same giant, thickly-muscled neck. {Kerberos}. Greek mythology from high school floods over me and I whimper. {The Hellhound. Sibling to the monsters Chimaera and Hydra}.

John asked as he stood up from where he’d been writing something on the floor, with chalk. “Rare, but then again rarer still are the demons and gods”, she muttered, “The common supreme beings happen to be chimeras, Kitsune, Hydras, Medusa, Kraken, a lot of nymphs and sirens, a lot of Greek mythologies if I had to be pedantic. Oh! Your homeroom teacher Mr. Edwards is a Leviathan, and his wife is a siren I think, we’ve had the first werewolf too; The Beast of Gévaudan and Fenrirs too, a Minotaur and Basilisks. I personally have known three different Basilisks”, she listed as she tried to recall the different Ascendants she’d met. “I thought if one existed, another Ascendant of the same kind co

Celeste (deadpan): “Hold up.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There are gods that are real? Like… actual Greek gods? Trident, seashells, dramatic hair, the whole package?” Dacia actually winces. Dacia: “Not Greek. Older. The ones the Greeks watered down and gave better PR. Poseidon, Hades, Nyx, the whole pantheon. They’re real. They’re awake. And Atlantis is their favorite mistake.” Remy (stepping out of the portal behind me) blinks.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

Shadow listed all the familiar names. “The Greek gods…” Sabrina whispered to an astonished Cole. “That is surprisingly stupid.” Cole had no words to describe the stupidest action of them all. “No. Not stupid.” But Shadow had to support their claims. “Poseidon, the God who controlled the sea, Hercules… Ah… I don’t wish to list all of the stupid things. We had a few discussions we needed to do. That’s why I am here.” Shadow retracted her thinking from listing all unimportant stuff to stroke their egos.

After a moment, she turns the screen toward me, “The word itself means wild or savage, but in Greek mythology, there was a Gigantes created to fight the Olympian gods during the Giant War, named Agrios. He was supposed to replace the Moirai, who are more commonly known as The Fates. It never came to be because someone killed Agrios during the war. “Okay. I will look into the definition side, you look further into the mythology side. Look for any covens or witch subcultures that somehow identify with the Gigante or maybe even the Fates.,” I write some notes on my notepad, “Bronx has restricted the fifth floor today, so no getting into his library.” “I can make do, Beta. Mind if I sit at the c

“That will become harder soon.” Freya frowned. “What does that mean?” Before Elyra could answer, the chamber doors opened again. Three figures entered slowly. Ancient. Powerful. Wrong. Freya felt it instantly. The oldest among them stepped forward wearing black robes covered in silver markings. His hair had long turned white with age, but his eyes still carried something cruel beneath them. Aethon. He studied Freya silently for a long moment. Then smiled. “So this is the divine soul reborn.”

Yet, she remained resolute, driven by an unyielding determination to expose the truth and bring those responsible to justice. In her pursuit, Eurydice uncovered an ancient prophecy hidden within the archives of Athenian lore. The prophecy spoke of a healer from Thrace, an outsider with the power to unveil the shadows that gripped the city. The prophecy hinted at a reckoning, a moment when the outsider would bring balance to the scales of justice. Embracing the role cast upon her by fate, Eurydice sought to unveil the prophecy to the Athenian populace. However, the cabals, fearing the revelation, employed their influence to suppress the dissemination of this ancient foretelling.