Aya: Blade Of The Goddess Novels & Stories

She stepped into the sky as if she belonged there. “You don’t get to define her. You don’t get to end this.” Vaelith shrieked. The goddess lunged. Aria flung her blade, not at Vaelith, but at Liora. The blade wasn’t steel anymore. It was made of vow.

Valeria hissed, her voice a jagged shard of glass, "then there will be no Luna at all!" She lunged, the dagger in her hand pulsing with a sickly, oily blackness—a blade forged from the soul-metal of the Abyss, designed to kill even a god. "Sera! No!" The voice wasn't a scream; it was a command. Ryan didn't hesitate. He didn't calculate the cost. He moved with the singular, devastating speed of a mate’s devotion. The sound was sickening—a dull *thud* as the cursed blade buried itself to the hilt, not in Seraphina’s back, but in Ryan’s chest.

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The High Priestess’s blade is a silver sliver in the moonlight, inches from the skin of her palm. I launch myself into the air, a five-hundred-pound arc of silver muscle. I break through the line of warriors, bodies colliding with mine, claws raking, teeth snapping, voices shouting words I cannot process because there is only one direction in the world right now and it is forward to her. To Avara. To my mate.

“Y-you!” Trembling, the vampire stepped back, his shoulders hunched as he looked at her with wide eyes. Mallory slowly stood up, taking a stance for defense whilst not forgetting to point her weapon at him. Her dagger exuded a faint white color, acting as a light. The vampire’s eyes followed after it and could feel the coldness of death clinging around that dagger. Then it dawned on him. “Y-you’re the Goddess Blessed!” Mallory neither confirmed nor denied his words. She kicked the ground on her feet and attacked, reaching a stabbing range in a matter of seconds. Her eyes were glued to his neck, and with the dagger gripped painfully in her hands, she swung her arms.

Arya POV Waiting for him to speak was like torture. He was silent for what felt like an eternity. She was becoming impatient with her father. “Well? what is it?” The king let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Your mother wasn’t just a normal hybrid, Arya.” He notices her confused expression and finishes explaining. “Being part Lycan and part witch the Lycan side enhances the witch’s magic. Making it more potent. Ive been telling you that all your life. What I haven’t told you is that your mother was a High Priestess and a Queen blessed by the Moon Goddess. The coven she was born into cast her and her mother out when they found out she was a hybrid. Her father was one of the or

The shadows came fast—limbs that weren’t entirely solid, snarling mouths with too many teeth. Creatures not born of flesh, but of memory and curse. Guardians of the sword. Bound to destroy any who touched it… unless the heir proved herself worthy. Alya didn’t hesitate. The blade in her hand felt like fire and starlight, like vengeance wrapped in steel. As one of the beasts lunged, she pivoted on instinct, the sword arcing through the air with a scream of power. The thing shattered mid-leap—splintering into black smoke.

she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it. “Thank you, Cleo. However, let’s hope that time never comes” I replied, a little shocked at her proclamation. Are Weres really willing to die for me? I recognised the next woman, Alyse. Her face held a wide smile though her eyes looked nervous. “My Goddess” she said with a small bow of her head.

My arm was extended to her. She was glorious, fierce and half-drunk with battle lust. I could feel her talon-like fingers through the leather and 'parzillu' scales guarding my bicep. She half jumped and was half pulled to her feet. Her kinsman presented her 'misplaced' sword, hilt first. In her eyes, I saw the burning intensity of the Shamash (Sun God...consort of Aya?) at the height of the Burning Season. Her martial mirth exceeded any other noise as it passed her lips.

Both Edith’s landed on the path that was left for the Asuras to go through, and they launched at them. Edith swung her scythe skillfully, cutting through the beasts in one swing. Her eyes were filled with fury as the fiery blood of the Asuras painted her blade a glowing orange color. She continued to slice off heads, arms, and legs as she moved from before the Asuras to behind them.