The Iliad Greek Novels & Stories

Drakonios turned his head, slowly. In Qombinia, this boy would already be ash. One word, one gesture, and the guards would have silenced such insolence before it finished forming on his lips. But this was not Qombinia. This was Kallistar. And this boy—this bold, reckless, furious boy—was Iliad. The younger brother of Elianna. So the king said nothing. He simply stared, expression cold, unreadable. And for a long moment, the room held its breath.

*Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works* (From the floor of Katrina's office)

I retorted to Lincoln but he just shook his head as if he wasn’t convinced by what I just told him. "Do you still remember about the Trojan War that I told you before?" Lincoln asked me causing me to raise my eyebrows at him because I don't know why he's asking me about the Trojan war. "Yeah! I still remember it all too well, Lincoln." I respond to him. How can I forget about it? I was so fascinated when Lincoln told me about the Trojan war that until now, I can still remember everything about it. Lincoln told me that during the Trojan war, a Trojan horse or a huge wooden horse was built and used by the Greeks to enter the city of Troy. The Greeks constructed the Trojan horse and hid a selec

The name "Achilles' itself represented extraordinary meaning. He was respectfully called "the God of War' and carried the glory of the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece on his back, so he was endowed with great power and was destined to be one of the top experts. Dorian did not bear such a heavy historical inheritance, and he had even surpassed the elders. It should be known that the Old Monster of East Sea was only in Deity Realm Realm and had not yet reached the top level.

Taller than most, more powerful both in build and personality, he resembled a wild animal of the jungle, sleek and dangerous, so alive and vital that at times he scared the living daylights out of her. He was also very proud of his Greek heritage, and he didn’t like being insulted - no Greek did. But Carrie, being Carrie, always seemed to be insulting him. Whatever she said, it always came out wrong.

Now it seems not to be the case. Thinking through her, she begins to tell her good friends about what Olympian gods might have. “Well… According to the legend. I know that they should have many monsters and beasts in control. Also… they should have a lot of goodies such as The Golden Fleece, Golden Apple, Aegis, Achilles Armor Etc.” Aurelia tries to list the artifact from the Greek Myth then she notices that it’s quite a long list so she brings out a tablet from her storage ring and starts to type all the lists as much as she could think of along with their abilities.

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

Leon replied. Suddenly the digital screen appeared before them again. Hercules and Athena, kill the Hydra to continue to the next level. Go! "I guess, we can't help but be ready," said Leon while gesturing for Claire to come with him. Claire carried a golden spear typical of the goddess Athena, while Leon carried a simple sword. "Hydra's blood is poisonous, very poisonous," replied Claire, who suddenly knew a lot about Greek mythology. "I know," said Leon. In front of them now, was a vast lake.

“According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.” A smile crawled into Lex’s lips. “Actually, it does.” “How, if I may ask.” Bob folded his arms indignantly. “Yes; maybe G****e thinks Hades had one son – or none at all, but that’s not a reliable source, is it?” “You just said ‘G****e’ isn’t reliable.” Byron chipped in. “For once I have to agree with the kid. You just said G****e, the most reliable source of information on the web, the

One linked to the Royal family. "Hey, little Ilian," the man showed his teeth when lashing the long whip to Ilian, "let's play." Ilian moved fast without fear from the long black whip. He knew that with only a single scratch of that whip he will suffer extreme pain as it was embedded with poison and something more. Maybe magic to make it more painful. However, Ilian was not in any way afraid of that man that had stolen that whip. Most of his skill came from his weapons and most of his power was from stolen treasures. He was a thief, and many knew it but were afraid to say it because of the consequences.