Divinity Goddess Novels & Stories

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.

"This pentacle is representative of the female half of all things - a concept religious historians call the 'sacred feminine' or the 'divine goddess.' Esquibel, of all people, would know this." "Esquibel drew a goddess symbol on his stomach?" Jim had to admit, it seemed odd, "in its most specific interpretation, the pentacle symbolizes Venus - the goddess of female sexual love and beauty." Romano eyed the naked man, and grunted. "Early religion was based on the divine order of Nature. The goddess Venus and the planet Venus were one and the same. The Goddess had a place in the nighttime sky and was known by many names - Venus, the Eastern Star, Ishtar, Astarte - all of them powerful female co

Growl like a wolf. "The people I've been trying to hide you from have found out about you. Satan already knew what you were, and that's one of the reasons he wanted you to be one of his women. Asmodeus learned about you from one of the goddesses he had an affair with, but he's kept that information to himself because he has his own plans for you. I don't know how the others in the underworld learned about you, but they have and will be coming for you. Some want you to get to me because I'm the goddess who allows people on Earth to feel happiness and prosper. Others want you for a mate because of the power you hold. Yes, you have the magic of the fairy I made you into, but you're also a godde

“Do not forget to whom and for what you raise those hands for, Darius Alfonso. Remember your prayers. You have prayed to the Goddess of your land, I will surely listen.” With her final seductive whisper, she left. The second she vanished, I fell on my knees, holding my chest to fill my lungs with some air. ‘What.. was it? Maybe she is right, I should hold onto faith. Azure Silvia is the Goddess, she would listen.’ I questioned but no answer came. “Fuck…” Cursing under my breath, I ran my hand in my hair, pushing it back, regaining my posture and senses and shifted to my knees.

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.

She stated. "You are the Goddess that holds all magic?" I asked slowly. "Yes. I mean they wanted to call me The Goddess of wisdom and creation which is dumb since there is already a God of dark wisdom and creation." She stated with annoyance. "Who is they?" I asked ignoring her last comment. "Hector The God of absolute light powers and Angel The Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control. They wanted me to fight against you." She stated. My brows furrowed because that could not be right. "I thought autumn was the Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control?" I asked genuinely curious in what she would say.

They were white witches or light magicians as some called themself and it had nothing to do with black magic. I rub my forehead feeling tired. There is so much information, a lot of them contradicting one another. I don't really know which to believe. All pages agree on one thing. There was a Goddess and a God above all others. A feminine and a masculine energy, connected like yin and yang. The Goddess is the moon and the God the sun and all things living are connected by a shared energy.

The Crone’s continued, "The Old Crone Goddess has led them to the Realm of the Dead." Jamie wiped some of the tears away with her sleeve and said "The Old Crone.. but, but...she is the Goddess of Revenge! Why would she do that?" The old woman rolled her eyes and said "What are they teaching you, youngsters, these days? I knew people were getting less intelligent, but seriously? The Old Crone Goddess is a High Goddess. She is the Goddess of Graveyards, Necromancy, and Mischief. Revenge falls into the mischief bit!" She gave Jamie a quick wink before continuing, "Being connected to death means she can, on occasion, guide souls on."

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

He was freaked out, at that moment, he was feeling like a some jerk, who is given a chance to see the great two, rumored Goddess and God, 'Theia, the Goddess of the light of the blue sky and Erebus, primordial God of darkness and the consort of Night' and pondered, "Why are they here, are they going to take me to heaven or hell? Which one will it be? " John's heartbeat was constantly increasing at an incredible speed, he was getting cold shudders, his face was becoming cadaverous, his mind couldn't stop thinking; he was sweating; it was perhaps obvious that he was pusillanimous or who wouldn't be? This was indeed the most quotidian reaction, anyone would show, at that moment. John anticipate