Young Adult Greek Mythology の小説・ストーリー

I thought it was funny, but he wasn’t amused. “I wish we knew how fast they are going to grow and develop,” Dionysus says. “Zaylena gave me a guess but since they are mixed with so many different gods and creatures no one knows for sure,” I reply. “Those two girls are already so independent. I can only imagine what happens when they hit the teen years.” Apollo states. “I am sure they are going to surprise us all,” Ares adds.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

Kian answered. "The head council's inner circle," Sean added. "Wait, Myron is also?" Jax paused "...is he and Vance are also like a demigod?" he continued. His pack members shook their heads at his bewildered face. The Knights frowned and the elders just chuckled. "Demigod? What demigod?" Sean asked and Jax thought that he's just playing innocent. But he saw that he is really confused as well. "Me" Kian said to end their confusion. They finally get what he meant.

The werewolf originated in the times of ancient Greece when their gods reigned supreme. During one fateful festivity, Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, was in need of a meat to serve. Too lazy to go hunting for wild game or to slaughter a lamb, he served the Greek god, Zeus (who was the ruler of the sky and of all gods and mankind), a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. This severely enraged Zeus. As punishment, the angered god turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. They were to be looked upon by the rest of humanity as something to abhor.

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.

Lilith whispered, “Wasn't that the name of a goddess, the one of forgetfulness?” “Yes, that's correct... You know one and two things about Greek mythology?” “Yes— my mother, Catherine... She and my dad, well— you know what I mean, they would tell me mini-stories about Gods and Goddesses, but I guess they are no longer stories... Or myths, because now they are my only hope of surviving the supernatural,” “Is there any part in those little stories that explain how we get across at nights?” I intervened, “What do you mean, they are just a bunch of souls who don't remember themselves, it doesn't seem that complicated to me,” Lilith shrugged her shoulders,

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

CHAPTER 21 Years melted away like watercolor on a canvas, blending the lines between then and now until the old divisions between divine and mortal seemed as distant as childhood memories. What had begun as a single journey to a small farm had blossomed into a new era of harmony that spread across every corner of Greece and beyond. The once-sharp boundaries that separated gods from humanity blurred like mist at dawn, replaced by shared festivals that celebrated both mortal harvests and divine blessings, mutual respect that recognized wisdom in both eternal knowledge and fleeting experience, and even intermarriage among the highest mortal families and the lesser gods who chose to make their h

she asked quietly, wondering if she misheard. “I want to be your Typhon, honey. Like Typhon, described as one of the most powerful and fearsome deities. I want to be the same. And just like in his story, I’m willing to be imprisoned, not under Mount Etna, but beside you, with you, forever.” Dark’s eyes grew deep and shadowed as he pressed his forehead against hers. Cassandra closed her eyes as Dark gently cupped her face between his palms. “When did you start getting interested in Greek mythology?” Cassandra teased lightly, a soft laugh escaping her. She opened her eyes again, meeting his gaze... his blue eyes were overflowing with love.

assistant"> After some time, the God of Poetry, Blaych, and the Goddess of Youth, Idun, came of age one after the other. Coming of age meant their divine powers would become increasingly apparent. Although this young couple, newly married, did not possess the strength of Thor, Tyr, or Heimdall, Blaych—who was destined to become one of the Twelve Principal Gods—was born with the ability to inspire morale and foresee the future. His wife, meanwhile, was the mistress of Asgard’s Eternal Garden. From the moment she came of age, a great number of golden apple trees began to appear within it.