Diosa Novels & Stories

Then Sekora and Gordon went upstairs where Gordon saw D2. “Who’s she?” He asked, looking at D2 who was reading the mammals book again. “He can see you?” asked Sekora looking shocked. “Yes, like I told you earlier anyone who has been to Falusia or whoever you use your powers on can see me.” Said D2. “This is D2 or Dejon Dordez, she’s my help in Falusia.” Said Sekora pointing to Dejon.

“I don’t have any idea. Finrod said the Dark Child is searching for the remnants of the Nromais.” “What is the Nromais?” “That is the wooden basin of the gods’ wine. It gives the gods immortality and power. A normal human can be immortal and possess power with just a sip of that wine. But it was guarded by the Crelts before, a giant blood-thirst creature who looks like a boar except for the fact that it can stand with its hind legs. It only answers to the gods. But when the Nromais was destroyed, the Crelts mysteriously disappeared. ”

“Oh my don’t say that, rumors are spreading like wildfire, dear cousin. It’s said you are losing your wits. Only ten princes selected? The oligarchy is appalled! And rejecting the illustrious Prince Harrison of Loria in favor of those Ashborne twins? Truly scandalous.” I rolled my eyes, turning away to drop the bow and toss away the cloak. “The oligarchy’s opinions are hardly my concern.” “Daciana” Avery called out holding my hand in hers forcing me to stare into her deep blue eyes. “The oligarchy are plotting to take away your throne, sister your life is in danger if you choose the wrong man at the end of the selection they will take your crown slander your name and you will be banished fro

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

She took a bold step forward. "If you wish to insult me, so be it," Daisy said, her voice steady despite the quiver in her hands. "But you dare insult Lady Rhea?" “Oh?” Hera’s lips curled with mock amusement. “I’m merely speaking the truth.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold and cutting. “And who is this omega, anyway?” Daisy didn’t hesitate. “The future Luna of Nightspire!” Slap! The sound cracked through the air like a whip. Hera’s hand flew out so quickly that the strike seemed to come from nowhere. Daisy staggered, her face snapping to the side as the echo of the blow lingered in the sudden, heavy silence.

Besides, Rosalia won’t agree to be with me; she'd rather be six feet under than touch me with a totem pole. Still burning under my misery I didn’t hear the sound of the door and raising my eyes to the door a young blonde, brown eyed looking clean petite young woman stood at the door her hands fidgeting on her dress. “Who are you?” I asked worriedly, sensing her troubles. “Forgive me Beta. I am called D-Diana and I wish you grant your servant audience.” Her voice stir like a feather-like brush on the skin and I don’t know why I find myself intrigued by this young lady. She seemed young but not too young. I wanted to hear her speak more and if she wanted my help let her go ahead.

In all, the space is luxurious. “ Do you have any interest in art, Mi’ja?” Marcello’s mum asks. I shake my head “ not really ma’am” She waves her hand dismissively . “ Come now. Stop with the Ma’am nonsense. Call me Maria. I’m not that old” I offer her a bashful smile. “ Okay Mrs. Maria” In a comic way, she places the back of her hand on her forehead and says “ Dios mio! What did I just say to you?”

“Uh…” Daiso’s mind went blank when he got a good look at Kaze’s face. The God of War? He was the God of War. Daiso stood before the God of War who started a blood massacre and defeated the five strongest nations. The war still haunted Daiso. If there was one person Daiso was afraid of in Arcadia, that would be undoubtedly the God of War. “G-G-G…” Daiso stammered in fear.

Walang emosyon, walang awa, walang pagsising mababakas sa mukha niya. “Now, for my angel. Dianex. Oh, so sweet.” Saad niya habang hinahaplos ang pisnge nito. Nanginginig na si Dia. “Huwag mo siyang idamay! Calista! Let her go!” Galit na saad ko. She chuckled. “You're not the boss of me, Hellios. Shut up.” “Calista! I forbid it!” I commanded her. “Let her go--”

“Am I wrong or am I right, El Diablo?” Drago asked, his men touching their guns on their waists, waiting for the order to strike. “I called you here, not only because I needed your help, but because I know you kidnapped my daughter, now, the only thing that would save your life, the only thing that would prevent my men from emptying their barrels on you is if you answer my questions.”