Curvy Greek Goddess Statue Novels & Stories

At the end of the corridor was a life-sized statue of the Goddess of Fate. The elegant Goddess wore a compassionate expression, holding scales to arbitrate the fate of mortals. A sword and scepter were carved on the scales, symbolizing sanction and honor. Due to its age, the statue was somewhat broken, yet its majesty remained. He walked closer step by step until he stood before the statue of the Goddess. Resting on the white stone weighing pan was a golden silk pouch, strikingly visible under the sunlight. The silent scene was like a miracle.

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,

My family was not present which I was thankful for, then again, it seemed they were not permitted to stand before the ancient oracle. Steadying my beating heart, I looked past the judgmental eyes of the nobles, and a familiar statue caught my attention in front of the hall. The statue of the moon goddess. Or rather a fountain again. With her moon sceptre and hand in the air and a crescent shaped moon crown on her head, she loomed above in grand manner, more than the fountain I was cleansed under in that strange room, looking as majestic ever. Athena A whisper suddenly drifted past my ear, and I froze on the spot. I glanced at my left and right, sweeping my gaze past the faces in the hall for

Her remains are in the museum, but it is believed that this sculpture looks like her. Long hair, high chin, beautiful smile and moderately curvy shape. Her wolf side is also entailed in the craft. Her fang, green eyes and sharp claws. The little child in her arms is the first Alpha. His eyes glow a shiny shade of red. It is believed that at night you hear a humming comforting sound coming from the statue, and if you really need something you can ask her for it in so much fate since she is the closest to the moon goodness— in Latin her name is interpreted as the moon goddess daughter.

The arches that stood tall and elegant around the beautiful pool that sits in the middle. Off to the side stands a huge gold statue of a female, a Goddess but not Selene. As I stood behind my little mate she said almost to herself “It’s Enyo” I just ran my hands down her bare arms as we stood there in a peaceful silence staring up at the Goddess.

Most of them were women bearing the Galloway name, and all had died before they'd turned forty. As they paused in front of the giant statue she'd spotted from the hedge, she realized it wasn't an angel, but a goddess. Easily ten feet tall, it was solid white marble. The woman's eyes were closed as if in prayer, her face a mask of serenity. Wild long strands of hair swirled around her head, frozen for all time in an unseen wind. A loose robe fell to her ankles, and in one outstretched palm was a sphere. The base held a carved trinity knot. "This is where the pyre was erected, isn't it? Where they..."

Each statue, situated in the arches, was of a god or goddess standing with an animal. There was the Goddess Morrigans, with her wolf by her side, and one of Arcas, who I recognized right away because he was carved standing with a bear, the exact copy of Mathias’ beast. I saw the goddess Bastat, a large puma-looking feline woven around her legs.

A Theolandian style statue that was made of fine material— and must have cost a fortune— stood at one side of the main staircase. It depicted a young warrior with a cloak, a torch in one hand, and an olive wreath on his head, holding a lion’s mouth open with a short wooden staff. The extremely sharp teeth of the beast were just a few centimeters away from piercing into the warrior’s hand. On the other side of the marble staircase was a statue of a woman with brown hair who wore a long white robe sitting on a stool underneath an open roof that was covered in vines. She seemed to be watching the young man with fascination as he fought the dangerous creature.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

She also blushed a bit when the senior she adores talking to her. "So, what is the title of your project, senior?" Xui Li touches one of the ancient pillars sculpt by Athena. Amazed by her work. "Goddess of spring." Just after Athena said that, a girl who just looks like the senior comes out with her face, which Athena has made over. She makes her look like an ancient goddess from Greek myth, Persephone.