Earth Goddess Makeup Novels & Stories

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

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.

Under the light, it shimmered just enough to make me feel like a queen. I looked nice in the mirror, almost unrecognizable. My eyes had a soft wash of warm bronze eyeshadow that melted perfectly into my skin, giving them a gentle, golden glow. A thin line of eyeliner and a light touch of mascara made my lashes stand out. My lips were coated with a peachy nude gloss that added a natural shine. The foundation was light and smooth, letting my skin’s warmth glow through. Overall, the makeup looked simple, natural, and completely flawless.

Her makeup was light: soft brown on her eyelids, a nude shade on her lips, making them look warm and alive. “Earth Elemental,” she murmured at her reflection. “I hope I don’t look like a dried branch among all those expensive flowers.” The young art-school student acting as her amateur makeup artist giggled. “No, Kak. You look like the elegant version of spring just waking up.” Hazel laughed softly, though something inside her thudded—not just nerves about the gala, but something deeper, more elusive. Why am I trying this hard to look perfect? Is it for myself, the company, or… don’t tell me… to get Diego’s attention?

The Wasteland has been feared by many creatures of Moonland, since then, no one had dared to venture in this godforsaken land without passing through the dark river. She became the keeper of the third coin after he took it from Lord Andrie. From then on, the gods had punished her one so alluring beautiful face, turning her into the hideous horrible heartless creature of the dark but with her power, during the day, she could cloak her awful face with an enchantment that made her desirable to the opposite sex.

After a minute, a woman in her mid twenties came-in with some jewelry and make-up kits on her hand. “Hello, Ms. Shelyca, we have here something to adorn your face. These are made from different colourful flowers and aloe vera leaves. Please let me know if you want me to do your make-up.” The Thregonad woman said, showing to her what she got. “Thank you. I know how to do my own make-up. Let me just borrow your make-up kit.” Shelyca replied smilingly. The woman is looking at her, full of admiration in her eyes.

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

And it flows down from the moon lake in the middle of the celosia temple to the earth as stardusts that direct towards the enchanted lake of Cordelih. “Moon goddess,” answers the woman with blue tainted hair as she bows down with her long silken dress spread around. It is shaded turquoise and then turns to deep blue indigo as it treads down the ground until it reaches the color of rusty orange. The same color also applies to her mesh-fabric sleeves that extend to her ankle.

“Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.” “So if this realm was created by Hephaestus, who created mine?” I ask, ignoring his comment about my intelligence. “Your world is known to others as Terra and was created by the goddess, Gaia.” Digesting this bit of information, I blurt out “That could be where the term ‘mother Earth’ comes from”. Xander laughs a little and shakes his head. “Maybe” He says. “So my next question, how the hell did you control me?” “Well … That one is a little harder to answer.” He says, reaching up to rub his chin. “

Drake warn me and gave me a 'don't-you-dare-lie' look. Oh-Oh. This is bad. Really... really bad. Goodbye Philippines. Goodbye, Earth. Goodbye, universe. I'm sorry, but the goddesses in the world will lessen.