Who Is The Youngest Greek God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

Alcmene’s voice fades into an echo as I try to understand what she is saying. “I don’t understand. Do you mean Zeus? THE Zeus, the Greek god who lives on top of a mountain? Thunderbolts and all that? No way. That’s not possible, those are just stories.” I send up a silent prayer to the goddess that this is some kind of initiation hoax played on everyone by their wolf. Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk.

It should be known that the man had been defeated. The strength of that realm could not be described directly in words. After all, no one had ever touched it, but it was powerful enough to defeat Jason. It should be known that Jason was well-deserved to be the strongest person in the world before. In the Divine Clan of the Ancient Greece, Achilles sighed softly. A rare complicated expression surfaced in his eyes. The God of War of the last generations had the capital to be considered to be invincible in the world, but in his generation he was not. However, he was indeed one of the most outstanding Gods of War of the ancient Divine Clan since ancient times.

Wow, what a genius. " Gods can take younger forms for themselves, honey. He might the ancient as you say, but he doesn't look it" It still doesn't make sense. " So, how does that relate to us being in Greece? You said he's why we're here" " Well, because you're a demigod, like a child between a—" "I know who a demigod is, Mom. Go on"

“And he looks more dashing. How old is he now? Like forty? Forty-five? You, in the middle of those three gods, were just so hilarious.” “Cal must be Hades,” Bethany smirked but looked at me, lifting a brow as she waited for me to agree. I shook my head and heaved a deep sigh. “He’s annoying,” I muttered, my lips pouting. If I were to compare them to the Olympus gods, Cal would be Zeus because of his cunning personality, but he could be Poseidon because of his bad temper. “I agree. He’s…” Marga giggled. “a panty-melter. He could be Adonis.”