Aya: Blade Of The Goddess Novels & Stories

She asked again. My gaze pierced ayuy and was still waiting for her to continue, but she tore her gaze away from me and looked behind her, avoiding my questioning eyes. "She's inside." Ayu replied and took the clothes that Nami's holding and gave it to me but I didn't take it and held her hand instead. "Hera is what?" I asked again. "She's the missing daughter of the Deity. Hera is the divine one." Ivana said. "What?" I asked again, as if I didn't hear it right.

Glaciers then mercilessly engulf the flame, completely putting out the fire with a veil of thin mist. The Goddess narrowed her emerald eyes towards the crushed area full of icebergs, where once the burning flame lies. She scanned the area like a hawk, trying to see any signs of life from her foes. A single melody of a blade then chimed in the air like a musical note. Yuvera’s long ears immediately perked upon the sound and she instantly turned her heel and cast a barrier, blocking an ice sword that almost cut her back. Evan pushed the sword he wielded to the Goddess’ barrier as hard as he could, but her shield doesn’t seem to budge one bit as he struggled more. She watched him closely, while

The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of graves, and my eyes, I knew, were glowing with an unholy light. Evelyn, for the first time, looked genuinely afraid. “Impossible! You can’t control it!” “Watch me, little witch,” the Goddess’s voice echoed through my throat, deep and resonant. My arm snapped out, not in a human strike, but with the terrifying speed of a force of nature. A dark, ethereal blade, sharper than any steel, manifested in my hand.

“The shadows have many faces, and some wear the skin of friends. You must be brave. You must be the fire that does not burn, but heals.” “Who will help me?” I gasped, feeling the weight of her words crushing me. “I’m alone.” “You are never alone.” A third figure stepped out from behind the Goddess. She was young, perhaps my age, with hair like spun silver and eyes that shifted from gold to violet. She wore armor made of moonlight, and a curved blade hung at her hip. She looked like a warrior from a fairy tale. “My name is Lyra,” the girl said, her voice sharp and clear. She stepped toward me, a fierce, protective smile on her lips. “I am your shadow. I am the blade that strikes from the dark

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

She was reminding them: Power doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it walks in beauty and dares you to look away. Darius did not. From where he stood below, blade drawn and eyes sharp — he caught a glimpse of Aya’s silhouette against the flashing sky. He blinked. Swallowed. She fights like a storm, he thought. And walks like a sin. He quickly turned his eyes back to the shadows around him — but his heart was no longer calm. ⸻ The gods struck — golden spears of divine force hurled at the sisters.

Neera stood over her, arms crossed. "You’re not as good as they said." Ayesha wiped the blood from her lip and smirked. "And you talk too much." Then she grabbed a scalpel from the floor— And slashed. The Monster’s Weakness The blade sliced through Neera’s shoulder. She staggered back, shock flickering in her eyes. Ayesha pushed forward, taking advantage of the opening. She struck hard, fast, relentless. Neera blocked, but this time—she wasn’t perfect.

Is that why the Goddess just skipped him earlier? "I made a mistake for letting that Akianna live, I'm not going to repeat that mistake, again," I was about to approach them but I stopped because a long sword appeared in the hand of the Goddess, I saw a small smile on her lips said Azeah before the sword was completely stuck into him but unexpectedly he turned into ashes and flew in an unknown direction.

He saw a familiar figure kneeling before a large young woman statue with a third eye on its forehead surrounded by three large spears thrust into the floor, Goddess Ayja. The figure in front of it was wearing a translucent white hood with beautiful lace, covering her brown hair. Her hands joined with intertwined fingers in front of her lips whispering prayers, while her eyes were closed. "Do you know that no matter how much you pray, Ayja will not forgive your sin?" asked Aaron. He was tired of all her obedient girl charades. He couldn't believe what she showed him. "How do you know that Ayja is angry with me and doesn't want to forgive me? What if Ayja never got mad at me once?" she asked,

“What if we don’t try to stop Allison… but rather Nemesis? Is killing a Goddess something that is even possible? Has anyone done such a thing before?” Clarissa pursed her lip slightly as she thought about it. “…Killing a Goddess is technically possible,” she said. “My ancestor, Aria, accomplished such a thing, but… it had been against a Goddess utilising only a fraction of her power. Her name was Thea.” “Wait, I’ve heard you say that name before,” I said, trying to think back. “And didn’t Myra say that our abilities originated from her? That she was Selene’s mother?”