This is a collection of Greek Myths, Learn stories of various Gods, Goddesses of Greek Mythology.

 fantastical stories about gods, monsters, and warriors.

I own nothing, I was fascinated by Greek mythology that I decided to research it, and later decided to compile my research into the book.

all credits go to the Greeks and their interesting mythology.

Follow these Greek Gods on epic adventures, watch how their live play out in front of your eyes, see their wrong and their flaws, see the good and the bad, see them fall in love, back stab each other, trick and play each other, and of course smithe the mortals beneath their feet.

follow the fantastical trail of Gods, Monsters, and Warriors.

A story based loosely on Greek Mythology.

A story following a young man named Sven that's based loosely on Greek mythology.

A book of Greek Mythology-related poems original to me.

Wilson Ignis was just an ordinary guy, albeit he did have ADHD and Dyslexia. However, he had know idea how his life would change, and how he became a legendary figure in both a mortal and mythological standpoint.

Updates should be depending on my free time. There will be at least one a week to daily chapters.

Greek Mythology wouldn't be as big as it is if it weren't for Zeus and his--"

"Malia Thalianna! There's an innocent five year old here!" Rheanna scolded her while Reyna covered Diwa's ears.

"craziness."

Phew, Reyna thought, although Malia was a fan of mythology with her best friend, Malia sometimes couldn't just avoid ranting about it, mostly Greek/Roman Mythology.

"What do you mean, Ate Lia?" Diwa asked, Malia looked like She was going to sweat meanwhile Reyna tried not to to laugh with Rheanna.

"Aba mga bata, dapat tulog na kayo." The four children looked by the door.

But no one was there.

'It couldn't be Jaira, She's on school camp' 

Reyna tought, she looked at the Rheanna and Malia.

"Stay there guys, I'll check who it is." Malia said, Rheanna positioned to protect the two.

Once getting there, Malia looked at the three of them, "There's no one here." She gets in the room and locks the door once closing it.

"Hayaan niyo lang iyon, matulog na tayo." Rheanna reassured, they all get to their beds and place their sheets over themselves.

'Ano ba iyon?' Reyna thought, but She ignored it and dozed off to sleep.

'Matulog na kayo na mahimbing, mga bata.' 

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Here we go, this is the first part of Chapter Four. 
Translations on Second Part

See you there on the Second Part!

"So, you want to know more about mythology now, huh?" Father Zhang was a little surprised, "I thought you lost interest in such things after you graduated from sixth grade?"
The four had finished their dinner, and after cleaning up the tableware, Mother Zhang and her father were going through some old photos in the study room. Outside, Zhang Heng and his dad were in the living room, eating fruit while watching TV.
"Okay, what do you want to know? I will try my best to tell you everything I know. Just go ahead and ask me questions," said Father Zhang after picking up an apple and taking a bite.
Zhang Heng silently pondered for a moment. 
"Is there really a god in the world we live in?"
"Hack!"
Father Zhang almost choked on the apple he just swallowed. He coughed twice and asked, "What's the matter, do we really have to pretend that you are still a sixth-grader?"
He took a sip of water to soothe his throat.
"I remember us discussing this a long time ago. Although your mother and I are theology majors, we do not have any beliefs. In fact, I am interested in mythology, but only the history and humanity parts of it. Your mother... well, she is just interested in all the weird stories. She likes to travel around, take pictures, and taste food in the name of the archaeology of religion and cults. If I remember correctly, her master's thesis was about the diet of medieval believers.
"From my point of view, the so-called myths are just stories written by mortals, just like fairy tales, but myths are for the adults. For example, 'Odyssey' was said to be written by Homer, a blind poet in ancient Greece. And we all know that the book's theme was about the Trojan War. There weren't only mortals, but there was also the demigod, Achilles, the Sun God Apollo, and Poseidon, God of the sea.
"But in reality, the Trojan War was the only actual historical event. The rest are Homer's artistic add-ons. Academicians generally believe that even if Homer was real, there were no proper historians in the era he lived in, which was in the ninth century BC. At that time, no one paid too much attention to history's authenticity. Thanks to that, people concocted their versions of history and incorporated real events with myths and legends. Hence the birth of Odyssey."
Father Zhang paused, "In fact, if you properly study the system of myths and legends, you will find that they all have their origins. Usually, these tales are passed down verbally, constantly evolving based on the society they originated from. For example, Celtic mythology originated from Celtic folklore and was influenced by ancient Rome and Christianity. If the stories in it were real, why then would they be influenced by the civilization of the time? Greek and Roman mythology are typical examples."
Father Zhang continued while gnawing at the apple. "Roman mythology was completely born out of Greek mythology. Many gods have different names because of different pronunciations. As for their legendary tales, they are all the same. How could this stuff be true?"
Zhang Heng was silent. Whatever his father told him matched what he thought about mythology. But then again, where did those so-called gods come from? He met an ancient Celtic god in his Black Sail quest. Other than that, there were also the supernatural creatures he encountered in the real world. If the legends about them were all made up, how on earth did they exist in the real world?
Zhang Heng remembered the man named Einstein he had met at the Apollo Training Camp quest. Judging by what he said, it seemed that he was on the same level as the man in the Tang suit. However, he didn't feel that he was connected in any way to the myths and legends. As for the game items he saw at auction, some of which obviously products of modern society...
Zhang Heng decided to put this question aside for now and asked one of the most pressing issues in his mind. "How about gods that have something to do with time?"
Father Zhang raised his eyebrows, "The god of time? Indeed, there are gods related to time in many mythological systems, but the most famous is the protogenoi in ancient Greek mythology, Chronos. He is the supreme god worshipped by Orphism. It symbolizes the first cause that transcends everything. He existed before everything began, and is the supreme god in the 'Twenty-Four Sacred Narratives.' He also possesses power above all things. He doesn't have a physical form, but he sometimes appears in the image of a snake, a three-headed man, a cow, or a lion. He is, however, better known as the image of an old man, usually described in modern artworks as an old man holding a sickle."
"Old man, does the old man look like this?"
Zhang Heng took out an old photo from his pocket that he picked up after cleaning the study and put it on the coffee table in front of his father.
Father Zhang was taken aback when he saw the photo, quickly picking it up.
"Huh... where did you find this photo?"
"You have participated in many research projects, and mom takes lots of pictures all the time. Why did I only find this after I searched the entire room? Where are the others?"
"That's because we lost a sled and four sled dogs at the end of the research. They fell into a hole on the ice along with all the things on the sled. That included our Kodak. We tried out best, and in the end, we still failed to rescue the four poor little guys, let alone the things on the sled. As for Mr. Time, he was the sponsor of the expedition, but we haven't seen him for more than ten years since it ended."
Although his dad tried his best to maintain a relaxed tone, Zhang Heng could sense that his heart wasn't as calm, especially after he saw the photo. His pupils were contracted, and clearly, he was hiding something. However, what surprised Zhang Heng the most was that the incident didn't seem to involve Mr. Time.
Later, when Zhang Heng's father talked about Mr. Time again, he had relaxed and had settled into a more comfortable position. Zhang Heng didn't quite understand why his father would lie about the film. Even grandpa knew about this expedition. In other words, he was the only one in the whole family who had been kept entirely in the dark from the project. The question was, why did his parents get rid of the photos, and at the same time, reluctant to talk about the expedition to Greenland 18 years ago?
What happened on that island in the Arctic Circle, and what did it have to do with him? He was only a year old at that time. If the strange man in the Tang suit had met his parents 18 years ago, he obviously didn't choose Zhang Heng 18 years later based on appreciation and coincidence.
Instead of seeing it as a random encounter, it looked more like a meeting that the mysterious man had been waiting for 18 years.


Growing up with eccentric materialistic parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.

When they took a look at what was on the other side, the three were extremely surprised.

"What is this?" Hermione asked. 

The room was pitch black and the three were hesitant to go inside. 

"What if this is a hole?" Kristine asked. "We're going to die from the fall," 

"I don't think we have a choice," Chris said. "This is the only door we found since we've been stuck here,"

The two were still reluctant to go inside. 

"I'll go inside," Chris said. "If I fall then I fall. If we don't go in, we'll eventually go crazy from just walking without a set destination," 

Before the girls could say anything, Chris went inside the room. 

"It's not a hole," Chris said. "Just come inside," 

Hermione and Kristine looked at each other and slowly went inside the room. The door quickly closed behind them and when Hermione and Kristine both went to find the door, they couldn't. The three now were surrounded in complete darkness. 

"Great! The door disappeared and we have no light as well," Kristine said. "See if we can use mag-"

Before Kristine could finish, the room started to change. Torches started to appear from the sides which started to illuminate the room. 

There was now a marble floor with limestone round pillars around the three. In front of the three was a huge limestone statue of a naked middle-aged man being held up by chains.

"Whoa, what is all this?" Chris asked as he started to walk around the room. Aside from the torches, statue, and pillars, there was nothing else in the room. 

Suddenly the diary in Hermione's arm started to vibrate.

"Chris! Kristine! The diary is reacting to something," Hermione said. 

"Quickly open the diary," Chris said. Hermione opened the diary and on the page after the riddle, words started to form. 

Release the chains of the one that saved humanity. Give freedom to the one that has suffered never-ending pain for millenniums. Shout his name loudly to free him. However, do it fast as today will be the last for this great hero of fire.

"Great hero of fire?" Kristine asked. "That could mean anyone. There were many figures in both history and mythology that discovered or created fire,"

"The work looks very familiar," Hermione said. "Not the statue itself, but the material and the looks of it look very similar," 

"Greek statues!" Chris shouted. "This looks like something the Greeks would make. Limestone is also material that ancient Greek used to use a lot," 

"So is this supposed to be a king or an important historical figure?" Kristine asked. 

"No, Greeks usually made statues of their gods so I think we're dealing with Greek mythology here," Hermione said. "However, there's so much mythology and I don't know that much about it. All I know are only the names of the big Gods and some stories like Pandora, King Midas, and Hercules," 

"Then this might be Hephaestus. He's the god of fire I believe," Chris said. "I'll shout his name," 

Chris walked to the front of the statue and was now only a couple feet away. 

"Hephaestus!" Chris shouted. However, nothing happened.

"It was wrong?!" Chris exclaimed confusedly as he went back to where Hermione and Kristine was. "But there's no other god of fire," 

"Chris I don't think it's as simple of just a god of fire," Hermione said. "There has to be more to this man's story. Otherwise, it would just say god instead of hero,"

"I don't know anyone heroes in Greek mythology that could control fire. Do you know any Kristine?"

"I think I've heard of one," Kristine said. "Mother once told me about Hercules and his 12 quests. She didn't tell me much because she said a lot of it was too scary for me, but she told about a story where there was a titan named Atlas who held up the sky without any help. Hercules asked Atlas to get him a golden apple which was his quest and told Atlas that he would hold up the sky for him. Well blah blah blah, the story ends with Hercules tricking Atlas. Well when my mother used to tell me some stories like this, she would sometimes say random facts and in this case, she had a random fact for me. She said that Atlas had a brother named Prometheus who had something to do with fire, but I don't remember if that's him,"

"Prometheus..." Chris mumbled as he went deep into thought. 

'System can I buy a book on Greek mythology from the store?' Chris asked.

[As this is part of the Diary's riddle, you can only buy it for 15% of your Galleon. Would you like to purchase it?]

'Of course not, you scammer!' Chris exclaimed as he immediately pushed the thought aside. 'Alright I guess I'll have to try remembering,'

"Oh yes! I remember Prometheus!" Hermione exclaimed. 

"You do?!" Chris shouted excitedly. 

"Yeah, it was something I read for a bit of fun. I forgot about him since I read it so long ago. Prometheus was also a titan who was good at tricking people. He also made humans on Zeus' order and started to like humans since he didn't really even like the gods in the first place. Well basically, he tricked every gods and goddesses and stole Hephaestus' fire and gave it to man. He was punished by Zeus and was chained to a rock while eagles ate up his insides. I stopped reading after that," Hermione said.

"He gave humanity fire which is the best technology mankind had. This should count as being a hero," Chris said. "Alright I'll shout Prometheus,"

Chris Kim was a Potterhead. While he was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the 15th time, he felt the force sucking him inside the book. He realized he was in the Harry Potter World with the Wizardry System. How will he change the Harry Potter world with his knowledge?

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And just like that a week had gone by. Nothing much had changed for Mayra, that is if she ignored the fact that everything had changed. 

Ever since she had decided to not deny but embrace her feelings for Samarth, he had been glued to her mind. He haunted her dreams--No, scratch that, visited her dreams. She would find herself doodling things in her notepad absent mindedly and somewhere find the letter 'S' enclosed in a heart. 

The mid-terms were close and she hadn't ignored that fact while oogling over her crush, nah, she wasn't your average girl. She had been working day and night, taking notes down while others were busy gossiping around. Spending hours at the library while other watched random football practices, although she wished to be there to support her best friend, Shrey, he was going to be showered with sports marks at the end and her? She had to do it the hard way. She didn't mind it though. 

"Superb! 10/10. Why am I not surprised?" Tania exclaimed. Mayra had aced her first class test. "I got a good 6/10 but I'm hiding this away. Mom will have my head." 

Mayra passed her a pursed lip smile. 

Her eyes darted to where they usually did over the week. He was sitting there beside Aditya in his usual place. Had he scored good marks, too? 

"Seems like you're a good competition to Aadhya. Before you, it used to be Aadhya and Samarth, always competing for the first place. Somehow, Samarth always managed to stand first in the class." Tania sounded a lot like a proud mother, "She's scored full but apparently grumpy boy lost one mark somewhere." 

Mayra never cared about competing with others. She believed her only competitor was her own self. She had to be better than she was and that was the only way she could improve and succeed. 

Mayra tore her gaze away from Samartha and her eyes landed on a frowning Aditya, "What's up with him?"

Tania followed her field of vision and let out a defeated sigh before replying, "That's how I'd react if I got a zero, too." Tania pushed her hair away from her face. It had grown longer, now going beyond her knee length. "He sucks at Chem. Mrs. Dixit even gave him a remark."

"What remark?"

" 'You actually deserve negative marks'. "

Mayra eyebrow shot up but she refrained from commenting. She had in her hands Shrey's sheet. He had got a fair 5/10. She was satisfied. 

That day was supposed to be the last day of tidying up the floor for the Book Club and Shrey had ditched her. He hadn't showed up at school and later had the audacity to send her a text saying 'Sorry, should've informed earlier. Family function.'

She was glad things were still normal between them after the shocking revelation she'd heard that night during spin the bottle. Shrey was her best friend and she didn't wish to ever lose him. 

But, that also opened another possibility.

Her and Samarth, alone. With each other. 

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The music coming out of Samarth's cellphone echoed into the room as Mayra nervously tried to put the last of the books together into the shelf. 

Sure, she had accepted her feelings for him but it was only a minor crush. She wouldn't be throwing herself at him. In fact, she wanted herself to be as far apart from him as possible. Nothing had to accelerate what already existed for him. 

She had said to him on his face, and should I mention, rather rudely to not disturb her as she did her part. He had nodded quietly and the guilt had immediately taken over. 

Suddenly, the music playing from his phone stopped. 

What's wrong? 

He emerged out of the maze of bookshelf. His face depicted a sense of curiosity. 

Be firm. Don't give yourself away, Mayra reminded herself. 

"What happened?" She sounded rude. Ruder than she wanted to sound. 

He advanced closer to her and lifted his arm. A big book was gripped in his hands, covered in all black. 

"That's the book you were reading, right? The Night Sky?" 

Mayra looked up at him, confounded and amused, "It's actually the second part, I couldn't find it in the library." She shook her head lightly, "How did you know?"

Samarth smiled at her, "I saw you reading it during the football practice."

"You did?" He did? 

He nodded silently. 

All these times, Mayra thought that butterflies in the stomach was only a metaphor. But she felt it in that moment. 

"If you can't find the second part, I think you should take this one. No one will know if one book goes missing." He winked at her. 

"No, no. Two books. Don't even try to tell me you didn't take Wuthering Heights with you." 

"Okay. Guilty." He laughed and the sound gave her butterflies. Again. 

She shook her head and abruptly moved away. Focus. Not on him. No distractions, remember? She told herself but not very convincingly. 

Samarth fidgeted the book in his hands, a smirk playing across his face as he asked, "Chem, Night Sky, Football, Classics? What else are you into?"

You. 

Wait! How did that thought enter her mind? 

"I'm into classics, but I have read any yet, actually. And I watched that one practice match because Shrey wanted me to be there."

Samarth frowned, "But you know about Wuthering Heights, right?"

"And Pride and Prejudice and The Great Gatsby. I want to read them someday. Once I'm done with my current obsession that is. The beautiful sky at night, filled with stars." A smile spread over her face as her eyes got unfocused and her her voice dreamy, "The constellations are cool. I love Venus the most, which is also the name of the Greek Goddess of Love." Oops. She bit her lips to refrain from blabbering more. That was how she behaved whenever she got comfortable around anyone. 

Mayra eyes darted back to Samarth who was watching her with an expression she couldn't fathom. She got aware of their proximity and inched away a bit. She didn't want to melt away. 

"Greek Mythology? Wow. You're diverse." He sounded genuinely amused and that fluttered her heart. People usually got bored whenever they heard her talk about her interests. It was such a turn off. 

The worst thing a person can do is make someone feel stupid for being excited and interested in something they like. 

"I don't know it all but I know every detail of the Mahabharata. I was pretty obsessed with the TV show that aired a few years back. Read all that I could." She let out a giggle, "But, I can't choose between Indian Mythology and Greek Mythology." Ah, crap! She did it again. 

There were times she admitted the fact. She actually liked showing off her knowledge. It was a bad habit but guilty! 

"I-I'm sorry!" She continued, feeling embarrassed, "We should get the work done." She picked up some books from the table and walked to the closest shelf. At that point, she was just putting books anywhere, not according to the list. 

"I don't know anything about Indian Myths but I do love Greek Mythology." The reply was delayed, as if he was pulled into deep thoughts. 

"No, that's not possible." Mayra said, feeling uneasy. What if he was only pretending to be interested into all that? But why? 

"Why? Has anyone told you ever that you judge people a lot?" Samarth said in a low tone. Was he actually offended? 

"I don't judge others." She chewed on her bottom lip. 

He shook his head and decided to put that topic away, "Coming back to my point, I'm an absolute fan of Greek Myths. Who's your favorite myth?" He picked up a few books from where Mayra had placed them, gave her a confused look before placing them in their correct positions in accordance to the list. 

"I got two. Together." She sighed and once again went back to her dreamy land, "Hades and Persephone." 

"I expected your answer to be something like Zeus or Poseidon but okay, he's the God of the Dead and King of the Underworld. Cool, right?"

Samarth laughed and Mayra only gave a sly grin. She didn't like Hades just because he was the God of the Dead. 

"So your favorite is Zeus, then?" The thought made her giggle. It was expected of Samarth really, from all she had heard about his way with girls from Tania. 

He grabbed a book from her hands and their fingers made the slightest contact with each other. 

It's nothing. Don't think about that! 

She sighed over her erratically beating heart and heard his reply. 

"Yeah! I mean is there anyone he didn't get pregnant? I decided to make a greek mythology family tree for fun and it's all Zeus. He married his sister! Did it ever happen in Indian Mythology?" He laughed and she joined in too. 

"But it's not incest. Okay? Gods don't have genes so," She shrugged. 

He nodded his head, "Yeah, when you put it like that." For a moment silence lingered and then both of them began laughing without constraint. 

Mayra knew it was genuine from her side and for the sake of her delicate heart she wished it was genuine from him too.

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