Zeus Mount Olympus Novels & Stories

The Olympus was unnervingly quiet. Before he knew it, the guards directed him to Zeus chambers as if they were expecting his arrival. Upon entering, the Son of Ajax noticed the God of Thunder sprawled on a couch surrounded by glitter and stationery. "My lord?" Ajaxson cleared his throat, failing to keep the contempt out of his voice. "We need to talk." Zeus hummed, not bothering to lift his hand to give him a look, merely gesturing towards the empty seat in front. With a sigh, Ajaxson dropped on the couch, watching as Zeus continued with his artwork. What was he doing?

In the beginning, the Gods ruled the world up high on Mount Olympus. They were the Greek gods that everyone knew, loved, and feared. Zeus was the all-powerful king of the Gods, the one that tamed, ended, the titans including his father. He was the most loved and feared. When he was angry, he would throw lightning bolt just to calm himself down. Hera, his queen, was always by his side. Her beauty was unrivaled. She was by far the calmer of the two but had a dislike of the mortals due to Zeus’ philandering ways. The two of them often looked down on the mortals. Each having their own thoughts about how they lived. Zeus with amusement and Hera with contempt.

Zeus' eyes widened as he looked ar Dabria. He was aware of the monsterous strength she possessed. He never thought she would be carrying him in her arms as if he was her bride. "You know, I should be the one to carry you like this on my arms." Zeus whispered softly as his beautiful and fragile wife carried a two hundred pounds man in her arms as if she was carrying her baby in her arms.

Her ebony hair and blue eyes gave off a maternal vibe. "That would be most agreeable," Zeus nodded. His voice was husk. His bluish gray hair and green eyes gave off a serious demeanor. "To my left is Salax the demon God of Lust, to my right is Veraque, demon God of envy. Across from me is Erys and next to him is Kira. To what do I own the honor of our meeting?" I was putting on my best formal attitude. I had no idea what the Olympians were capable of, or how far their reach went.

The Moonfall Festival came three weeks later, and Zeus turned Olympus into a theater of light. The great terrace floated above the cloud sea. Bronze torches burned without smoke, musicians played beneath columns wrapped in laurel, and a tower of crystal cups rose beside the central fountain, each cup filled with pale nectar that shimmered like captured stars. Doves of light circled the upper balconies, and the daughters of the old sea houses trailed silk over the marble steps. Every noble house had come to watch the oath finally become a betrothal.

He rushed to her and caught her up and held her, tight, so tight. “Are you all right?” He looked her over, checking her arms, her face, her legs. “Did they hurt you? Are you injured anywhere?” She shook her head and leaned into him. Zeus stood on the high terrace and watched. His hands gripped the railing, the knuckles white. Nothing showed on his face, but his eyes had gone red. Hand in hand, my mother and Julian walked down from Olympus, step by step. They did not look back. I drifted behind them and could not help looking back once at Zeus.

Olympus is once again strong and the Gods are powerful once more. He hears their prayers in the morning, but at night, when the temple is closed, he will visit the seductress living there, his cock always ready to serve her. Who would have known that the Great Zeus they are praying to is under the power of Zara, a mere human?

There was Apollo, Hera, Athena, Ares, Aphrodite, Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes, Poseidon, and the high and mighty—Zeus—who was seated in the center. There’s an empty seat next to God Zeus. I think it’s God Hades’ seat whose presence is unknown. A force drags me towards the platform and now I can see their appearance clearly. When my gaze met God Zeus, a shiver ran down my spine. His gaze is like flames of fire—as fierce as a lion—and his serious demeanor shakes my soul. He is indeed the mighty Zeus—so intimidating and powerful. Facing him feels like I’m facing a gigantic mountain as high as the sky. I felt so small.

I nodded. Zeus gripped his wife‘s shoulders. ‘Orion will return our daughter. Now rest Sophia. The battles will only get worse, I need you to be strong.’ ‘Not until Orion returns with my daughter.’ Zeus caressed her face. ‘It’ll be a long time before he returns. Without you, the Olympiad's lights will fade and my kingdom will die.’ There was one thing I knew for sure Zeus truly loved Sophia, despite his other extracurricular activities. He led his beloved out of the room and to their chambers. The door slammed behind them.

Up close, I could see the fear she carried, just like me she didn't want her father here. Zeus stood far ahead, near the center platform where the lava light made everything look carved in gold and shadow. He was in human form, dressed in royal black and deep crimson, the fabric made him more handsome and I felt like my heart was hammering in my chest. He looked composed and ready.