A Gift From The Goddess Novels & Stories

Then, it’s my turn. No servants rush to me,my gift is in my purse. I pull it out swiftly. “Luna Chelsea, you are a dear friend. Two things I admire most about you are your love for nature, especially the oak tree,and your faith in our goddess.” I hold up my offering. “I sculpted this by hand from the wood of the oak tree you always sit under,a statue of our goddess.” Luna Chelsea lets out a delighted squeal, immediately rushing toward me and pulling me into a tight hug.

He believed he had no other option than to stay by her side. "You think Life did it on purpose?" Thea nodded. "I don't know if it was on purpose. I don't know how it works," the goddess said, looking off into the vastness of space. "How did you give me a Life gift if you don't have control over it?" Thea said. "Or even understand it?" "I entreated Life. Yes, we gods can pray to a higher power too. I made a case, and Life answered. It made a connection to you and merged with you as I blessed you."

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

her mother said, gently grabbing my hands in hers tenderly. She hesitated for a second before looking to Myra's father and nodding; both silently agreeing on something. "We were wondering, if it's okay with you...," she started slowly, unsure of herself. "Ah... well, it would really mean a lot if you could bless her on behalf of the Goddess." They both looked at me with large, hopeful eyes, full of such sadness and belief that I could maybe give their daughter one last final gift to be at peace. It was a childish notion in believing the Goddess actually cared about any of us.

“You are his only mate – I am not so generous with my gifts as you might think me. I don’t know what sparked his magic – probably puberty, or something like that. All of your mates are only mated to you. They are my gift! Enjoy them.” When she pulls away I wipe briskly at my face with my wrist, wiping away the fast tears of relief that sprung to my eyes. “Okay,” I say, nodding and sniffing, looking down at my feet. “Th…thank you.” “Oh, I do like you, little girl,” the Goddess says with a graceful sigh, drawing my eyes back to her face. “You are living up to your promise. Now. Get those marks.” She points a willowy finger at me and gives me – of all things – a cheeky wink.

And before she could answer my stupid question, I knelt before her and held her shoulders to face me, “That is not true! Never believe that! All gifts are a blessing, and yours are to! Every gift is given by the moon goddess herself, and the only one that can make it a bad thing is you. If you decide to use it for evil, the gift will be evil. But that’s not just one simple act, it is a lifestyle, active choices to do harm and inflict pain on to others for your own personally gain or pleasure. But you, Ophelia is good! You are a gift all on your own, and on top of that blessed with an incredible unique gift! “

That she would never get because I stopped apologizing a long time ago. I was fuming, and her drama was adding to my wrath. I had used the gift from the bloody goddess for her— a gift I swore never to use. This was what the goddess wanted, and she was manipulating me with this woman. I could not take my anger out on the goddess, so I guess her pawn would receive my wrath.

She lifted one luminous hand and, without quite touching Luna’s chest, held her palm inches above that familiar spot behind the sternum. Heat flared there in response. Not the dull ache of overexertion. Not the burning shame of the Circle. Something… clean. Something like a coal catching a new draft. “You feel it,” the Goddess said. It wasn’t a question. Luna nodded, unable to speak. “This,” the Goddess went on, her voice low and certain, “is not Moonshadow’s gift to withhold. Not Orion’s to reject. This is older. This is mine. This is *yours.*”

Hunter asked. "Well, I guess it was because, during the time that the great goddess bestowed it upon her creation, she made sure that the gift would continue to benefit humankind. Once it was awakened, it would continue to pass from generation to generation. The rest of the answers, well, I don't know, maybe ask the goddess herself once you see her." I could feel Hunter roll his eyes mentally after hearing the last statement. "Thank you, Salem. We'll let you know once we need something else," Hunter said in a rush, as he stood up.

I paused for a moment and then was gripped with panic. “You aren’t taking her back, are you?” I asked. I didn’t know what I would do if Isis said yes. Instead, she laughed, a beautiful, tinkling noise. “No, dear one. She is a gift to you. She’s your protector for as long as you are alive. I came because I have another gift for you.” I didn’t say anything. I really didn’t know what to say. It’s not every day a goddess comes down and announces she’s going to give you a gift. To be honest, I was a little nervous. She picked up on it and laughed again.