Books About Goddesses Novels & Stories

I wrapped my free hand in the satin fabric of the dress, trying my best to control my anxiety as Alpha Kaia opened the book that lay before her on the altar. It was the Book of the Moon, the sacred writings that the Goddess had left for us. I had never seen it with my own eyes and, Holy Moon, just thinking that the Alpha herself was about to perform that ceremony made me tremble.

'UNTOLD SECRETS' I immediately took it and put it inside my bag in my dorm just to read it. When I got to my dorm I immediately lay down on the bed and picked up the book and read. 'The first goddess and demon that fall with each other and break their sacred rule are Serena and Kaizer. Serena is one of the powerful goddesses in Olympus. She's the 12th granddaughter of Aphrodite. She was the only one left that has Zeus blood so she was treated as the Queen of the gods and goddesses. While Kaizer is the only son of Hades and Persephone. They were both killed by their own kinds because- '

These are questions that just kee bugging me and I need answers to them pretty fast before I lose it. While going over the shelf they was this book that caught my attention and I took it out to read, I went over to my spot same spot as yesterday to sit and from what I have read so far the moon goddess has three special warriors and they are all rare gem and possesses different powers they are all different but common in a certain way and chári is one of them. I was so lost in the book that I didn’t notice someone sat on my chair. “Hellooo young lady,I have been here for awhile and you didn’t even acknowledge me why are you reading that took all your attention” Lydia said her voice was loud a

“Draven’s father despised anything non-shifter, so you won’t find much about witches here. But the elders might have hidden a few things away, if they ever kept such records.” I thanked her and turned toward the Moon Goddess section. Most of the titles looked more like moral guides than history or myth, but two leather-bound volumes caught my eye. They had more wear on their spines, as though they’d been read and reread, and their titles hinted at a broader scope. ‘Moon’s Blessings and Shadows,’ and ‘Forgotten Paths of the Goddess’. Tucking them under my arm, I headed for the door, taking one last look around at the quiet library. It wasn’t much, but I had a feeling these books were the best

I laid my lips against his, hoped he could feel my love for him. "Any time, angel. Any time." He kissed my forehead. I looked at Heppni. "Okay. It seems another history lesson is in order. Goddess. Please," I waved for her to continue, "do share." Heppni shrugged. "Goddesses are very real. Nothing like the Prime-Directs who like to call themselves that. These are beings that create the universes. Not merely the magic in them as Primes do." "So my Circle isn't for the Reckoning?" I asked her.

“Nah. I’m above all this, Ambrose. I was never power-hungry, nor I’m now. It doesn’t matter whether she becomes the future Alpha or not; it won’t take a thing between us because she is my Lia, who vowed to always keep me her priority. As long as we will be each others' priority, nothing will change between us.” “I’m glad that you think that way. These women are better rulers than men. That’s why the Goddess of vampires and werewolves is Selene, the Goddess of witches is Hecate, and the Goddess of Dragons is Tiamat.” Ambrose said to which Theodore chuckled, thinking about Brandon. “What’s so funny?”

She shook her head. “No, but I read some stuff on it myself during my free time after I had my first vision,” she admitted. “There are some books on the topic in the library that I found pretty interesting.” “What did you find out about them?” She thought about it for a moment, recalling the information she read. “Well, I read that there are 3 specific prophets of the goddess,” she told me. “When one prophet dies, another will form. There will always be 3 prophets of the goddess.”

She rushes out of the room, mumbling, “Oh, my goddess. Oh, my goddess.” When she returns, she has a box in her hand telling us all that it has been passed down the female conduit line and one day it will belong to Eden. Eden looks less than impressed, but she smiles all the same. Inside the box is a book, an old one. Florence explains, “The goddess has siblings, but they rarely get time together. They can only meet when the stars are aligned. An eclipse occurs and their realms are secure. They will all come to earth for the duration of the eclipse, but they will be powerless.” “Can’t they meet during the blue moon?” I ask. “No,” she responds sternly.

She stood behind them, holding her hand on the dagger. Left alone, Deja threw off her cloak, looking at the statue. Slowly she knelt down so that her hooded face was higher than her head. "Goddess," Deya said softly. She fell silent. She had no idea if the alien deity would hear her. Few of the Anmar worshiped the moon goddess. Though she had a temple in Taaldor, almost no one visited it. Deya has never been there, and even more so she never prayed to this goddess. But she was the patroness of werewolves, and they took her seriously.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.