Novel & Cerita Daisy Goddess

The words trembled in the space between us, irreversible. Brynn froze mid-step, turning to her as if she had said the most blasphemous thing imaginable. “Your mate?” His tone was disbelief coated in venom. “Yes,” Daisy whispered, hugging her arms across her chest. Her chin trembled, but she tried to hold her ground. “The goddess chose him for me. Do you think I wanted to? It was the pull of the bond.” Frynn’s lip curled. “Then the goddess made a mistake.” My heart lurched.

She had flushed cheeks, slightly winded like she’d sprinted here, but she still managed to look like a fairy who drank green juice and never had a bad hair day in her life. “Are you okay?” I asked cautiously. She exhaled, then smiled brightly. “Oh yes, just… give me a second to catch my breath.” She inhaled dramatically, hands on her knees. “Okay. I’m Daisy. I’m a Healer here. I was the one who treated your injuries. Freya told me you’d arrived—just not where.” “I’m sorry… who’s Freya?” “Bitch, no,” Cherry groaned. “The beautiful goddess of a woman who saved us from getting ripped apart in the woods? Ring a bell?”

Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious dark eyes. “My Goddess, I am Cleo. I offer you my loyalty, my servitude, and my life when you require it” she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it.

Daisy said quickly. “Why are you telling me?” Damon’s jaw tightened, his voice deadly low. “Because my king, I’m still from Moonshadow.” Daisy said, her voice breaking. “Start telling me everything from the beginning,” Damon demanded. *** I sat together with Damon in his study. Daisy stood opposite the great oak table, her head bowed, shoulders trembling. “I escaped from Eden, all he does now is abuse me; beat me when I refuse to comply. He’s a monster, obsessed with taking your throne.” Daisy began, her voice hoarse.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

She was a warrior goddess in the half-light. Daisy’s fingers traced the line of Sienna’s jaw, then tangled in her hair, not to hurt, but to possess. “This is our hearth,” Daisy said, her eyes locked on Sienna’s. “Our sacred space. And you’re going to worship it. Worship me in it.”

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.

Daisy asks and she looks at her then at us before nodding. “They all stayed here, no one has heard from them in days.” She walks in and we go through, the women are sitting there, and look up at us confused. Some look at Daisy in awe, and she does look amazing. She has on a beautiful elegant gown and all the jewellery we gave her. Mary has gone, we let her past the border, and she won't ever get back in. Daisy turns and looks at me, holding out her hand. I hand her the envelopes. Each one is named. Taking them she sits at the table.

Let us all be frustrated. “If I may,” Fredja asks. “Who put up the barrier for your family?” “Our deity,” he answers. “You would know her as the Moon Goddess.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter. “No offense but I am getting really tired of this goddess.” “Damien!” I look over at her and see her glaring at me. “What?!” I ask. “How can you say that?” she demands. “She is our goddess!”

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.