Tiresias Odyssey Novels & Stories

Theia sit herself down at the table, holding Tartarus's hand, who was the only one that finished Theia's steak last time. "Tartarus..." Erebus sighed. "My Lord." Tartarus just replied two tame words. Erebus knew he came only because Theia couldn't miss this fun. "Like I said yesterday, what you are looking for is not going to happen very fast--" Erebus started talking, and was again cut off by the open of the door: "Drink night!" Oceanus's voice came through the door from behind Dionysus, who probably was lured here only by the promised drink. He was not the gossipy type.

?" Again she stopped and turned to Amaris for her answer. Amaris nodded this time still waiting for Anna to get to the point. "Christos said that those three gods were Apollo, Selene, and Tyche. Correct?" Anna was just giving Amaris more of a dramatic pause this time, so Amaris did not even bother to answer or acknowlede Anna. Anna was pacing some more with her arms folded and one hand to her chin as she walked. "Now, follow me here, Andreas told us about some of the different gods when we were in the car. He told us about the Titans, and Zeus. He told us about some of the other big name gods like Hera, and Aphrodite. Children of the Titans, and then he started telling us about the

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.

But with Hera being the most trustworthy goddess for him, one that he had loved for so long and lost, he had hoped a lesser punishment could be persuaded. As the carriage finally landed on the pearly streets, Parisa pushed the carriage door open, not even waiting for the footmen to help her down. Lillith grumbled, feeling her mother let out a harsh breath. “Why was the ride so terrible?” she muttered until she looked up at the sky. Hades put his arm around Parisa, who was now stunned, and watched what she was witnessing. The skys were black, lightening weaving in and out of the darkened clouds. Rain dared to fall but always evaporated before landing on the god and goddess’ head.

Born from lightning, a destroyer emerges. The fall of Olympus in his hands. - Oracle of Trophonius “Lord Androkles? Are you awake? Lord Ares is requesting your presence.”, a hesitant, almost scared voice called from the other side of my door. “You call yourself a soldier of Ares…” a separate voice whispered as if reprimanding the other. “Oh, please, like you’d be any more forceful. He’s the destroyer.”, the first voice whispered back.

"In the veins of Thrace flows the blood of your kin, a son who bears the mark of destiny. You must unite with him, for his purpose aligns with the divine will." Maximus, still grappling with the revelation, questioned the Oracle about the identity of this unknown son. The Oracle, in a trance-like state, spoke of Octavia, the Thracian woman with whom Maximus had shared a clandestine affair. Octavia, whose life had taken a different trajectory after Maximus's departure, had borne a son named Leonidas. The revelation hit Maximus with a potent mix of astonishment and remorse. His memories of Thrace had been like fractured pieces of a mosaic, and now, an undiscovered chapter beckoned him.

BOOM— At that instant, a heaven-shaking explosion erupted from within Mount Tiresias. The entire mountain trembled violently as snow was blasted into the air. Moments later, terrifying columns of magma shot upward—more than a thousand meters high. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The entire volcano began to collapse. Endless magma surged outward, painting the sky a burning red. Mount Tiresias was a highly active supervolcano that had remained dormant for centuries. No one knew how much energy it had accumulated. Now, all of it was unleashed at once in a catastrophic eruption beyond human comprehension.

So instead of a god, he sought a lamb. Far from Olympus, beneath the heavy, golden sunlight of Troy’s distant hills, a shepherd prince slept beneath an olive tree, entirely unaware that fate had already marked his soul. Paris. The abandoned son of a king. The child spared from death. The man destined to bring a world to ruin. The air suddenly grew thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and crushed roses. When Paris opened his eyes, the mountain slopes trembled. Four divine figures stood before him, casting shadows that felt like a physical weight against his chest.

“But since you guys are around, you guys can be witnesses,” said Herodias. The five supreme beings were taken aback. They exchanged glances. Enunciating each word, Herodias said, “Yehria stole a treasure from the Tirta Sect, the Tirta Pearl. Hand it over now. I need it to open the Xyrisia Gate.” Upon hearing the mention of the Xyrisia Gate, the five supreme beings who were initially calm were shocked.

a male voice says. "Thank you, my lord, Odysseus," Polyxena purrs in response. So, this was the Trojan Horse?! That Fucking Cunt Polyxena!? I need to return and warn EVERYONE! But I know it is over. This is the end of Troy. But it is not too late to remove the people I care about to safety and to be with Braxius. Slipping quietly through the grove of trees until the torches are far behind me, I am back on the stone path and start running like I was back in a track meet. I run fast because I know lives depend on it!