Aphrodite Doves Novels & Stories

She will visit Conri in the grand hall and tell him the fun story. And that's what brought them here. The odd couple is riding the most beautiful and romantic bird of the utopia. The mourning dove peahen which has the most spectacular, beautiful blue-green plumage and spotted tail feathers. They are heading to the northen lands of the neighboring country of Ignas, the land of the Giants.

"But still—" "Do you trust me, beloved?" Aphrodite said, looking into Kendrio's eyes. Her blue crystals were captivating, hypnotizing. Kendrio gets lost in her orbs forgetting what they were discussing. Her eyes sparkled with love, one could easily be lost in her sapphires. A small smirk played on her lips. She blinked her eyes, and move her hands in his hairs, slowly massaging them. "Yes," kendrio breathed out, Realising what she is doing. She always does that. That's what she is famous for. This is what her powers are.

My eyes shot in the direction of the tree that was just outside and I could see a pair of turtle doves on the branch. The male bird doting on its mate, flapping its wings around, it was doing everything to make her happy. At first, I was so angry my nap was disturbed that the first thing I thought of was chasing the noisy birds away, however, it was beautiful to see the purest display of affection right before my eyes. Turtle doves are said to be the symbol of friendship, loyalty, and eternal love, Julian in “Valentine’s Day” compared his affection for the heroine to that of a turtle dove, and thought that I would get to witness a dove speak in the love language it understands.

A flock of birds approached them. The sky that had been clear was slowly turning dark. Something clustered in the sunlight–and Heath felt he could smell someone familiar. As the swarm approached, he could clearly see that it was a swarm of white doves. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them in the sky, made a huge platform to lift someone above them. “Artificial Spirits?” muttered Heath, rising from his seat.

For now. "Hey there, pretty baby." Hades crawled up to Doll and rubbed against his legs, pushing himself between the no-furs. "Little beast." "Dickface," Spitfire replied, giving Hades's ear a quick scratch and trying to hide the smile that danced across his lips. Doll crouched down and grabbed Hades to draw him in for a kiss. "You made me wait, Soot-walker." A flare of tulip petals spun around them but they weren't close enough to the land-bound flower for them to really have much weight. Doll had tried to stop an attack from behind Hades but several of the enchanted fish hooks got through and rent both their flesh.

I swear her aura went ice cold. "Myself, Brigit, Hathor, Dana, Freya, Oshun, and Kokopelli all have issues with Aphrodite's careless nature. I believe we can make sure she has many years of varying degrees of infertility." Her eyes seemed to be on fire. "And this one?" She pointed at me. "I don't need him punished in that fashion. Being her jailer and dealing with her advances would be enough for him. Aphrodite had already blessed him with fertile sperm. I had her do that so she would think her punishment would be to bear children for him."

It gleamed in the dim light, and the round gold pendant had a name engraved on it “Little dove” Aria stared at the collar in utter confusion, her heart raced. Her eyes held the collar like it was the most terrible thing she’d ever seen. “Wear it,” He urged, his tone filled with command it echoed differently. She shook her head softly, attempting to get up from his lap but he shoved her back that her bare butt jiggled softly. His hand held her jaw so she could look him in the eye, before his gaze dropped to her breasts. Her nipples stood at peak beneath the lacy dress, showing him that she was feeling more than she let on.

He explained and I sighed sadly. "But—" he chipped in, "No buts Amphitrite, you are not ready yet. I'm not sending you there to sign your death sentence, I want you to make me proud." He mumbled and I nodded in understanding. Author's P. O. V A smile found it's way on Vander's face as he glanced little Amphitrite's sleeping figure. She looks so innocent when she is asleep, one wouldn't guess that she has that rage and fire inside of her. All she wants is revenge and nothing more.

Shimmering images of Aria laughing, crying, sleeping, bleeding, kissing, dying. Living. Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images—Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Elara, Nova, Iris, Lys, Athena, and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt. "She's whole," Aphrodite whispered. "She's not alone," Vaethea said. "No," Aphrodite replied. "But she's not safe yet." They both turned toward the center of the cathedral, where a throne of bone stood.

“And the others?” She lifts a cat. “For us. I want you to pick your favorite animal. I know you have Rex, but…” I put the pigeon down and pick up a dove. “Rex is perfect, but I love doves.” I once read that doves symbolize love and peace—two things I desperately need in my life right now. Suddenly the doors burst open. A flood of kids comes trooping in, racing across the room and cutting our moment clean in half. They crash into Laura and me with squeals and hugs, their excitement drowning out the quiet weight of what we were sharing.