Books About Goddesses Novels & Stories

She gazed down at the reddish cover. "A Forbidden Romance Between a Goddess and Human" she read the title. She shrugged, the title was prevalent but it was better than nothing. She sat on the floor and put the book on her labs and got engrossed. Opening the first chapter, her eyes scanned through every word, reading line by line and before she knew it, she was already on the next chapter and the chapter, totally forgetting the time or the world outside the book, lost in the abyss of imagination. Smiles and giggles left her lips she read how a human saved a goddess and they fell head over heels for each other but their love was forbidden, it was a sin punishable by death.

She was formed out of the hope of the people in the full moon, and she needed them to believe the moon goddess was still alive and still cared for them. The more they believed in her, the more powerful and stronger she got.

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.

"You think you can defeat me? Me, the God of War? You are nothing but a mere goddess." Selene straightened her shoulders, her stance unwavering. "I may be a goddess, but I'm not alone," Selene corrected, her hand tightening around the hilt of the godkiller sword. "My fellow gods are here, and we will end your reign of terror once and for all."

Had it been a myth all along, a way to let the children sleep at night in the midst of war? Had the red moon goddess truly abandoned them? Annalise was unlike any other that had come before her, she was truly blessed by the moon goddess in all things. But would she be strong enough to overcome the great difficulties that she would face,? life had a strange way of progressing and she would face decisions that we would have never expected before. she was strong and ready to face whatever came her way, she just didn't know it yet. A slave. A wolf. A woman.

“They are impure and unfit to receive the words of the Godhead.” The temperature drops. Growls ripple across the room from goddesses and gods alike. Thor’s voice rumbles. “These ‘impure’ goddesses will be the ones to rip your wings off and use them as fucking tampons.” Goddess, I love this man. Shiva cackles. “I say we use what little information they’ve offered, and let the goddesses have their fun afterward.” Cries of assent echo through the chamber. The goddesses are ready to go.

“Finding someone to fuck is one thing, but how many would so easily accept what we are? Who could comprehend a relationship with an immortal cosmic being?” I frown thinking that over. “I guess you have a point. So, who was the last person?” “Her name was Apaki, she was the Goddess of Chaos and true to her name.” I balk at him as I hear my heart pounding in my ears. “Jartre’s ex was a Goddess…? How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?” I slowly ask, my body slumping as my confidence takes a massive hit. I’m usually a very confident and self-assured woman but come on. How the fuck do you follow a Goddess?! The only person whose confidence wouldn’t be rocked by that would have to be a n

Laughter shook my chest as I howled, “Lina, don’t go! We were having a moment here! We were bonding!” “Were not!” “Were too, I could feel it! I’m all warm and tingly inside.” “You should probably get that checked out!” The door slammed shut, muffling the rest of her snappy reply. An hour later I found myself sitting at a circular, wooden table surrounded by my sister, mates, and a handful of other deities. There was Dhara, the Goddess of the Earth, seated beside Sephtis, God of Death. To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life.

empty. A soft laugh cuts from the darkness, and I jump, nearly dropping the book. "You've been spying on me," says Renae as she emerges from the darkest corner, light blocked out by the shelves. There's no way I could have seen her there, clad in all black. I try to calm my wilding heart as I snap the book shut and wave it in the air. "I never really did fancy myths. Too much digression, too little facts." I slide the book back in place. "But did you know? The tomes in my father's library tell stories of how the Moon and Sun Goddesses were the closest siblings of all other gods. There's a saying there were torn apart by a man. They say the Moon Goddess eyed her sister's consort."