Young Adult Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Ignoring that fact, she began, “Lykaon pissed Zeus off. Zeus sought revenge in his usual brute way by killing all of Lykaon’s sons but one, and turning Lykaon into a wolf. Nyktimos was Lykaon’s youngest son and had been saved from Zeus’s wrath by Gaia, who hid him in the river. She should have been smart enough to hide him from Lykaon, who was now bitter and still irritated at having lost his reign as king of Arcadia and was now relegated to walking around on all fours howling at the moon.” Elaina paused when she noticed how intently he was staring at her and noticed the quick warmth spreading throughout her body as a result.

Orina said, voice shaking under Liliana’s Lycan authority. “I am Giorge. A warrior from the Hardtooth pack. The blood I shed during the Western Fallout left me unstable. Hence, I went berserk and got thrown here,” Giorge added, his face heavy with self-disappointment. Liliana looked at them steadily. “Do you want to be my followers? Loyalty is all I need. But I won’t let my people waste away. You’ve experienced what I can do firsthand. I can soothe your berserk states, and I am a perfect Lycan. Young I may be, but my path is already laid out with thorns.”

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

My father’s eyebrow shot up in a horrified expression, his mouth twisting in disappointment. “Now, Callista. I know that all of these movies now days focus on Zeus and the Olympian gods and goddesses but you cannot tell me that you never paid any attention when I spoke to you and your brother about the other aspects of mythology. Greek mythology doesn’t revolve around the titans versus the Olympians.” my father’s voice went into his lecturing tone and I had to force myself not to zone out like I did under the usual circumstances. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention Baba, I truly am. Please can you teach me about Morpheus?”

She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also makes Hecate your Auntie.”

“My daughter, my demi-god.” I’m a demi-god? … pft Ahahaha kidding. I have always been interested in Greek Mythology but I don’t know much about them except of course the famous 12 olympians and my favorite was Athena of course, who wouldn’t? I have watched Percy Jackson, Troy, and Hercules. They really are awesome. Ack. It’s quite heavy, jeez. I picked it up and went to a table near the shelf. I started to read from the start and find it quite interesting. There are stories about the major gods and goddesses, and some stories about mortals. Most of them were love stories though.

Hera’s POV The warm water soothed my aroused body. Yes, I was aroused. Who wouldn’t be at the sight of a swoon-worthy Greek God roaming around naked with a massive erection on display? Even a saint would falter at the sight of him. I was a mere virgin twenty-nine-year-old wolf who hadn’t even experienced her first kiss!

They thought I would match the goddess of wisdom, Athena. Unfortunately, from all those meaningful meanings, I only got stuck with one—courage. My mom's Greek so she used to tell me stories about mythology when I was little but I myself, don't really give a damn about Greek mythology. I only know one though, Cupid which is Eros and Eros which is Cupid. Make sense.

Ancient paintings, mostly painted by famous artists, were hung in strategic places, and in the corner of the room stood a large sculpture of Lycaon, the King of Arcadia and the father of werewolves - at least as far as Greek Mythology went. “Do we have to greet him now?” I asked, my stomach tightening with nervousness once again. “We can’t put it off. I can’t risk giving Viktor any extra ammunition against me,” Vasilios replied solemnly. “Arg, your father is probably going to rip my head off for disappearing in the first place,” I sighed and Vasilios put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall and we looked toward the stairs to see the Alpha an

“You think that’s fucked up? Zeus married our sister Hera and had an affair with Demeter our other sister.” “Greeks believe you abducted your niece and forcefully made her your wife. That’s also fucked up buddy.” “First of all, don’t call me buddy, and second, that’s not true. Why the hell would I take my niece as a wife when there’re so many women here to serve my needs? I don’t need to be shackled down. I enjoy my bachelor life as it is” I sighed. “Fine, let’s skip the whole weird marriage thing. I didn’t hear you mention Agron in the list of Cronus and Rhea’s kids. I thought he was your brother.”