Dewi Aphrodite Novels & Stories

--- That’s the woman Aphrodite was—seductive and untouchable, fierce yet fragile. And I was obsessed with every part of her. With her body, her secrets, her soul. No matter what it took, I would claim her. Because Aphrodite wasn’t just a goddess of beauty. She was a goddess of fire. And I was ready to burn.

Arthur struggled to explain but tried to be as honest as he could. "Very well, then. Follow us to the grove over there." Aphrodite smiled and hooked her arm on the Moon Goddess' hand. The two were a sight to behold. The Moon Goddess was adorned in a sheer white gown adorned with small diamonds. Her jet black hair a contrast to her white gown and fair skin.

Five thrones were arranged in a semicircle, each belonging to a deity, their presence radiant and commanding. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of light. Her gaze was steady, but her luminous eyes carried the burden of sorrow. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, though her expression was edged with concern. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable.

“She’s awake, and has blessed Celine. She said that when we’re ready for her to be pregnant again, all we need to do is pray.” He looks at her then sighs and looks at his hands, “Then she’ll conceive again.” His mother narrows her eyes, “It was Artemis, the sleeping God. Goddess of the hunt, the half-moon and fertility.” She nods, “So, she was grateful to be woken then?” He tilts his head,

I explain. “I like this plan. Which god are we going to get pregnant?” Penthesilea asks. “We are going to target Aphrodite since she is famous for having girls,” I reply. “Good choice. That way we can control the child. Hell maybe even breed with her.” Phlegyas states.

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 suddenly wipe her tears due to too much laughing. "Look! We had a guest. She's the famous Artemis from olympus, right your dearest and most treasured best friend." She caressed artemis hair. Persephone hold her hand and twisted it. "Touch her you bitch and i'll send you again in the pit of hell." She's about to lift her hand when a car from behind them shout at them to move their car aside. "Πόρνη" Persephone last word before she passed out.

I say with a slow nod. "Yeah, but it's not a good idea to use magic on others without their consent. It's unethical". He wink at me. "But you can ask her to boost your seductive powers. Afrodite is a great example by the way, she symbolises desire, passion and sexuality, her son Eros stands for love and relationships". "But why not use Freja then ? Isn't she the same as Afrodite ?" I ask.

He never thought that maybe, just maybe the gods kept away because they needed the Calibaans to find their strength. After many years spent on consecutive pleadings made by Isi Ala. He met Ngwal Apata, the God of the Rock. He was the most aggressive of all the gods and was never worshipped by the earthen because of his unfriendly attitude. His feet and hands were rocky but his face was like that of the glowing moon. He rarely laughed or smiled and has no friends either. Seeing that no gods came to the Calibaan's rescue, he decided to usurp the opportunity.

His wife was just so beautiful. He had been away for two days and wasn’t supposed to arrive that night but he missed her so he came early. He wanted it to be a surprise but waking up his pregnant wife was something he couldn’t do so he went for a swim. She was Aphrodite; the goddess of love, his wife and lover. Neal’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, her breasts full and pert against the sheer material of her nightgown, her stomach showing that round belly, the proof of their love on display, hips curving, and a shadowed triangle visible between her thighs.