Aphrodite Magical Girdle Novels & Stories

Cupping my chin in his palm, he gently raises my head so I will look directly into his eyes. He says, “I have been consulting with a witch. Her name is Helen, and she has told me that your greatest gift is a curse instead. You have been cursed by someone with the gift of Aphrodite and that means every man you come in touch with, wants you. They have no control and eventually become mad with lust if they don’t have you. She has told me of a way that she thinks might be able to help, but you can never be cured. It will only lesser the curse so the men won’t be driven mad, however there may be consequences.”

"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?" Lena’s eyes widened. “How do you know that?” "Because it's a mark of the chosen," said Luna Celeste. "You have a connection to the Moon Goddess that hardly anyone else can claim. That's why Kade's rejection didn't totally break your connection. It's still there, right?" Lena's breath hitched. She had felt it, a faint but unbroken thread of the mate bond. "Yes," she admitted. "But what does that mean?"

Elaine responded with a tilt of her own head. "Perhaps I am mistaken” Elaine bit out through clenched teeth. She's lying. She doesn't think she is wrong at all. I flipped my gaze between the two of them. At no point did Artemis deny the accusation, though he didn't confirm it either. After a moment all eyes were turned back to Artemis for his assumption. “Artemis, you were about to tell us your theory” Elaine pushed. “Yes. At ceremony, powerful magic was used. Moon Goddess came down, touched Triplí Theá. With extra magic and power from Moon Goddess, it has made her more” he said through his broken English.

Is there a best solution for this problem. I turned around, then suddenly stopped when I found Aphrodite already standing at the end of the stairs. She is using the Phoenix robe that I once forcibly put on her. The red color looks harmonious with her long black hair. Yeah, the long hair that she let loose. She is beautiful, very beautiful. Aphrodite is always more beautiful every time I see her.

Easy to like. Easy to love. And now that I’ve accepted the bond, I can feel it in every part of me. Not just the mate pull—love. The kind that grows when you really see someone. He tells me stories—how he stole Aphrodite’s girdle once, of all things. “It was one of her biggest power objects. Made whoever wore it irresistible,” he says, shaking his head. “Seems reckless, putting that much power into lingerie,” I joke. Hermes snorts. “Right? So I took it. Just to see if I could.”

The courage that surged within me felt as though it were electricity, refreshing my mind, “I will make him promise it if I have to. I won’t let him follow me – you have to make sure of that!” Aphrodite pursed her lips as she looks across to a bored Hades, whose eyes are fixed on Caelum, his jaw tightly clenched, before saying, “Alright then.” Aphrodite waves her hand and with a wave of her wrist, something warm and smooth is being lifted out of my chest, sliding up to my throat and out of my mouth. She held it momentarily before she clenched her fingers around it, crushing such a delicate source of immortality and power. She sighs, turning at Hades, “You’ll give her two more days.”

When our transformation is complete, I turn in place until I see a lone woman sitting on a throne in the room. “Ah, Iokaste. You made it just in time.” Aphrodite looks at the setting sun. The golden glow makes her even more deceptively beautiful. Dark red lipstick that looks suspiciously like fresh blood accentuates her natural beauty. She looks back at me and motions with her hand. A loop attached to her middle finger holds a billowing sheer cape, adding to the dramatic effect. An invisible force pulls me into the middle of the ornate compass rose at the center of the room. “I’m glad you changed your mind, but I don’t see what I asked for, silly dog child.”

The smell is odd, almost causing me nausea, and it makes my nose hard to breathe. “This,” she says, holding up a small leather object and what she just mixed, “will make him see you as Tessa. Sprinkle it in his room, on his clothes, anywhere he spends time. It’ll sink into his senses, twist his mind.” She hands me a thin silver chain with a tiny pendant, no bigger than a pebble. “Wear this when you’re with him. It’ll strengthen the bond, make him feel you’re his true mate. But listen carefully, Selene. No one can see these things mixed, not Alaric, not anyone. If they do, the magic fades, and you’ll lose everything.” I take it from her and the chain, my fingers closing tightly around them.

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.

She accepted, placing her hand in his and allowing him to escort her into the throng of twirling bodies. I slinked closer, looking for any sign of movement in her direction. Azrael had ended his conversation with Brielle and now chatted with another face I recognized well. It seemed that Rosalind, the Goddess of Beauty, had Azrael under her thrall. My gut tightened at the subtle wisps of magic surrounding her, weaving throughout her golden locks, braided down the length of her back. If she truly did have him under her spell, there was nothing I could do. Not without turning my attention away from the tiny goddess, thus putting her in danger.