Demi Goddess Novels & Stories

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.

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!”

Ash nods, then tilts his head with a soft smile, “Eliza says, the Gods are people, just like us. Just insanely powerful and ethereal people. They make mistakes and bad calls just like we do. But their mistakes might cost thousands of lives, where ours shouldn’t. So yes, she’s a woman, but she’s also a Goddess. Just like Eliza, a woman and a Demi-Goddess.” Merlin nods, “They are not mutually exclusive concepts.” Ash sighs, rubbing his forehead, “Do you need something to help you sleep?” Ash shakes his head,

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

I was grateful that he was on my side… Again I asked myself, ‘What exactly are you, Adrian? Then I looked at Artemis who was launching arrows at unbelievable speed and left ashes of demons all around her. Even though I was seeing her hunting for the first time, I was not surprised at her efficiency because she was the Goddess of the hunt after all. Then I turned towards Mercy and saw her uttering spells at the demons and killing them off. Seeing her using the spells, I remembered that we were supposed to capture some demons to interrogate. So far, all of us were concentrating on killing the demons. By now, the demons had thinned out and only a few were left.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

Donna pointed out as I nodded. “I agree but the only goddess I know… We are not exactly in a good relationship to help each other.” “Who is she? Maybe I could charm her with my beauty and grace.” “She is… my mother.” I said as Donna opened her mouth in surprise. “Doesn’t that make you a goddess or a demigoddess at least?” She asked and I shook my head. “My origins aren’t exactly what I like to talk about and it doesn’t qualify me to be called a goddess or demigoddess. I am simply just a reflection of her image like how humans are a reflection of the God, Yahweh.” I explained as Donna nodded in understanding.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

Meanwhile, bringing her hands to intertwine them behind her back in a gesture that can only be the definition of the word coy, his sister bends slightly so that she can purposefully invade the demigod's personal space even more. “Son of Athena,” the goddess of shadows says with a grin that screams of danger, “I don't really like liars...” ... “I do solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” –J.K. Rowling .... NICHOLAS CAYDEN: Nicholas Cayden was one of the three demigods permitted to live after the Righteous purge, all thanks to his mother, the goddess of wisdom's mercy.