Aphrodite Doves Novels & Stories

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.

Jack took the clasp and started to roll exactly how he saw Mira do it. “Perfect” Mira clapped her hands. She gave him a quick kiss on his lips “This will help me tremendously.” Jack’s lips curled up as he touched his lips with a dreamy look before continuing to roll the clasp. Mira went to the cupboard and got the completed pure white fur. She cut it in the shape of two doves in flight. She stitched the doves to the front but not in the traditional way. She rolled the robe as border for doves. The front of the robe was a dove on each shoulder with half of a crown in the dove’s beak, once the clasps locks in, it would look like two doves in flight holding the crown.

“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.

Incense burned in a bronze bowl at the room's center, its sweet scent helping to focus the mind and calm the spirit. Aphrodite lounged on a plush chaise near the window, fanning herself with a delicate fan made of swan feathers that had been blessed to stay cool to the touch. She wore a gown of silk that shimmered like water in the light, and golden pins shaped like roses held her dark hair in an elaborate style. "I simply can't focus today," she complained, adjusting one of the pins with perfectly manicured fingers.

Take a look at this goddess very well and you will be able to notice something special in her, look carefully, he told them. “Behind every great diva is a great wig. And perhaps there's no better diva with better wigs than The Aphrodite. The legendary goddess the ancient goddess of sexual love and beauty."That's why she's surrounded with gifts like gold and money as well I was able to figure this out through a book I read one certain time and if three of you are scared of what you just heard about the biggest Python in the shrine, you should better wake up and forget that nonsense that foolish guard just fed you with. Come let's fight these reticulated Python we can kill them as fuck

A voice commanded. I blinked as I realized the voice was coming from a metallic dove etched with an intricate indigenous design that reminded me of totem animals I’d read about. “A dove? Why a dove? Jonathan, do doves have a special symbolism for Bloodmoon, your family, your birth pack, or you personally?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

“Daphne!” The Horned King and the Golden Dove. Fire and mercy, bound as one.

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.