Bodyguard Of The Goddess Novels & Stories

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

And the shrine belongs to the great goddess Aphrodite and the goddess has two guards that always guide her and protect the wealthy things over there. Yes, you're right, my prince sorry to cut him off here, but I forgot to say this the moment we entered the forest as well, that particular goddess is so wealthy and she's the goddess of sexuality and nobody even some guards dare not enter that shrine and to be real, in the history of Aphrodite nobody has been able to defeat or take those gold and fortunes from the goddess shrine. That's all you can continue from where you stopped. Stormie marveled and was curious to hear more about the beauty goddess and also the whole guards became calm and qu

Isabella's eyes raked over his frame briefly, appreciating the toned muscles before returning her gaze to his face. “What does daddy dearest want now?” She asked in a bored tone feigning disinterest in her bodyguard, but Asher had already picked on her non-verbal cues. He deliberately didn't answer instantly. Instead, he checked her out openly, licking his lips suggestively trying to gauge her reaction. His gaze fell and lingered on her chest, and she squirmed under the scrutiny. Her perky nipples hardened beneath her thin camisole instantly. She swallowed nervously, bringing her hands to cross over her chest and growled. “Never seen a woman before?”

The lady returned her gun to her pocket, tucked her hands in and pulled the hood over her head. “I’m Lia and I never miss my target.” She said as she trailed backwards, leaving the area and then gradually blending with the darkness until she could no longer be seen.

the goddess said. Bella frowned. "Who will train me?" Bella asked. "I will" the goddess smiled and immediately their clothes are changed. Now both of them are wearing black body-hugging outfits and a sword is dangling from their fingers. "Wow," Bella whispered. But then a doubt crossed her mind. "I am not physically here. How can my body physical body cope up with this?" Bella asked. The goddess smiled wickedly. "You are physically here my child. The one sleeping on the bed in that mansion is an illusion. The illusion of the goddess. No one can tell the difference. Every day, I will train you until you are exhausted. You should be prepared for what's coming" the goddess said.

She also had her very helpful escape route that leads from her balcony to over the wall without being caught by security. When she opened her door she saw her new bodyguard standing on the opposite wall. He was standing straight up and looking right at her. Aurora would be lying if she said he wasn't attractive. He was built and had long black hair that was tied back into a bun. He was chiseled, had stubble, and nice full lips. She also would be lying if she said she liked him. With a strong glare, she walked out of her room and went to the kitchen to look for some painkillers. He followed her.

The Moon Goddess is determined, and I know from the short stay I have had here that once she sets her mind to something, there is little that can sway her. With a heavy heart, I bow my head in reluctant acceptance. “Fine," I concede, my voice tinged with resignation. "But please, promise me that you will be careful. That you will not take unnecessary risks." The Goddess smiles warmly, reaching out to gently touch my cheek with a celestial hand. "I promise, Natalie," she assures me, her voice filled with sincerity. "I will tread carefully, and I will return to you unharmed. Now, have your dinner. Your training continues as soon as you are done.”

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”