Divinity Goddess Novels & Stories

I settle in with Katie while Diane takes Maya. “Interesting stuff.” She raises her eyebrows. “I’ll send you the full report to your email, but the important parts are that while we all think of her as the Goddess of Love, she is, more specifically, the Goddess of Physical Love. So, that makes her important to the physical part of our relationships, which we all know is important, but it is just a piece of the equation. Aside from Aphrodite, there are seven deities responsible for what we think of as love. They are called Erotes. We know them as cherubs. Think about images of cute little fat baby angels.”

“Thank you. Regardless, I’ll let Arthur tell you about his discovery.” The British scholar cleared his throat. “Right, then. After an extensive search of all major world religions, I may have found the name of our culprit. In the Hindu religion, they believe in a goddess who is over death and destruction. She’s a very interesting individual in lore. Very lethal; very temperamental. The goddess’s name is Kali.” “So, this . . . girl is named after a goddess?” Eliza wanted to know. “Precisely,” confirmed Arthur.

She turned her back, that were screaming of nothing but invincibility! " Every action has a reason, so as the reason why I created you." She took a step forward. " I am your creator, your god, your bestower, did you really think I created you to suffer?" " I don't care! You did!" Anita fired at the goddess! " Silence!" The goddess faced her again and snapped loudly, her voice reverberating around the whole place as it thundered! " Who is your god?! Who is your creator?! I created you, not to talk back at me rudely! How befitting of you!"

His grey eyes were wide, not with awe, but with the dawning, terrifying realization that his equations had no value here. "You never understood what a vessel truly is," I said, my voice the calm at the eye of a hurricane. "It is not a container to be filled. It is a channel. A conduit for a will greater than your own." I raised my hands, not in attack, but in acceptance. I opened myself completely, not to his machine, but to the presence that had been with me since the beginning. The Goddess was not a separate entity within me. She was the song, and I was the singer. She was the light, and I was the lens.

A luminous figure emerged from the heart of the Nexus—a goddess, ethereal and wise, her presence radiating a profound sense of ancient knowledge. "Hera, Princess of the Night, and Davien, Alpha of the Wolves," the goddess spoke, her voice a melody that resonated through the meadow. "You have faced the trials that sought to unravel the threads of your love, and in doing so, you have proven the strength of your connection." Hera, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, regarded the goddess with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. "Goddess, why is it that our love transcends the boundaries of our supernatural beings? What purpose does such a union serve in the grand tapestry of exis

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”

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!”

I gritted out. "You can't just break your word." The Goddess cried out. "What type of Goddess are you again?" I asked genuinely confused on how she deemed herself worthy. She smiled thinking I was giving her the time of day. "I'm the Goddess of hidden dimensions, Angel." She rushed out. That had me perk up, the name was iffy but what she could do, that was key. "So you can help me gain access to the temple?" I asked and she frowned telling me all I needed to know.

Adrian Dropping to the ground, I scream at the goddess, “Save her, please?” The goddess stands before me, her form radiant and powerful, a being of light and grace that seems to encompass the very essence of the universe. She regards me with eyes that hold ancient wisdom and boundless compassion, her presence filling me with a sense of awe and reverence. “Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed, brave one,” she speaks, her voice a melody that resonates deep within my soul. “The spirit of Savage, the uniter of beings and protector of the realms, shall live on in the hearts of those who remember her courage and love.”