Demi Goddess Novels & Stories

I growled angrily and heard one of the babies start to cry. "I'm going to need a nanny, perhaps a couple," I mumbled bitterly as I headed to the back bedroom. I paused in the doorway to see a female demon caring for my children. She had long silky black hair and she nursed my child on her supple breasts. "Who are you," I questioned outright and swallowed uncomfortably when she turned and purred,"I'm Dakini, your wetnurse from Lucifer." I ground my molars and grabbed the coverlet off the bed and tossed it over her bare chest. I cursed Lucifer testing my fidelity with the sexy bitch demon. My eyes traveled down her perfect body and back to her face to see she had her long tongue wrapped around

“Who are you? Are you the moon goddess?” The flickering flames caught my gaze for a moment, but her light chuckle had my attention turning back to her. This woman liked to chuckle, and the look on her face told me she had a secret she wanted to share. “No, not the moon goddess…” She shook her head. “A demi-god, yes. Your moon goddess would be considered a great grandmother to me in some way.” She paused, and I took that moment to ask another question, scooting more to the edge of the chair. “Then who are you, and why are you in my dreams? If I am not dead, then why am I here?”

The voice felt like soft silk that sent goosebumps and shivers on her skin. Luna dropped down on the ground kneeling and her hands palm facing up. "I am your servant. Oh Goddess. I am your child. I am not worthy of your presence. Use me as you please." All the fatigue and questions went away. All Luna can think of is the voice of the goddess filling up every inch of her body. "I am Mayari. Goddess of the Moon. Deity of Beauty, Strength and Hunt. Leader of War and Revolution. I bestow the power of healing, the power of light and the power of wisdom to you."

Desmond I scoffed, not believing in her. "What the hell are you talking about? Only the Moon Goddess is what I considered the only deity that exists." She is the Goddess of the Universe and the Werewolves. "Are you saying that Seraphina is half-human, half-deity? That's impossible! She's one of the daughters of the Moon Goddess? Don't kid me here!" I growled, annoyed that she was even uttering some useless shits. "Return them to me now!" I demanded.

My eyes widened as golden wild runes etched into her arms shimmered faintly, pulsating with an otherworldly light. “A goddess…” I breathed, the words barely audible. Only beings who had attained immortality and carried the blood of the Moon Goddess herself bore such markings. She chuckled softly, the sound laced with both amusement and melancholy. “Wrong,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’m a demi-goddess.” “Part human… part divine,” I muttered under my breath, a sense of awe stirring despite my frustration. How rare. How extraordinary.

June looks at the two women again and shakes her head. Wisdom is telling Beauden, Einar, Carmine, Deshal, Roarke, Efrem, and Idris about the phone call she received from her Demeter. She kisses the top of Chickepea's head " Another Goddess has made an appearance and will arrive in two days. “Damn they’re everywhere,” Idris mumbles.

Demika feels the spirits clawing within her, their voices chanting in languages older than any she knows, their raw energy coursing through her like an unstoppable river. Memories not her own flash before her eyes. Her mother, burning in a fire she could not control. Her grandmother, surviving her awakening, the same wild magic swirling around her. Demika realizes, in her agony, that she is no ordinary vessel. She holds not only her own power but that of every woman who came before her—a cauldron of magic, each spirit adding its own element to the torrential storm within her.

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

To my absolute astonishment, vibrant green grass began to sprout from the earth, followed by small, delicate flowers that bloomed in a matter of seconds. I gasped, my composure fracturing for a split second. I felt a cough rise in my throat, a forced, faked sound I used to regain control of my facial muscles. My mouth had been gaping like a commoner’s. “That is… that is remarkable,” I said, my voice carrying a rare note of genuine wonder. It was the ultimate proof. Seeing it in a vision was one thing, but witnessing the manipulation of life in the physical realm was quite another. She was indeed a demigod—the literal daughter of Herse, the Goddess of the Dew.

"The Moon Goddess's Chosen is part of that old structure. Not a symbol of it. A function. A specific role." "What role," I said. She looked at me steadily. "The Chosen is the one thing the old structure had that the broken one removed entirely," she said. "Not a leader. Not an Alpha. Something different. The one the bloodline answered to. The one the founding ground was built to recognize." She paused. "When Brennan Mourne comes, he is going to look at what we have built and make a calculation. And part of that calculation is going to be what is standing on this ground." She held my gaze. "Right now I am the strongest argument for why this works. In two weeks, with the silver at your shoulde