Eldar Goddess Isha Novels & Stories

"Ishara is the Goddess of Love as well as Oaths. It is a fitting tribute to her that romantic verses from the heart be created and spoken aloud." "It is also fitting that the recipients be 'Runners', since it will unite them in both their appreciation of love and their anger with me for throwing my weight around like every other Full-Blood who thinks they are better because of some quirk of birth," I concluded. "It will be done," Elsa intoned. That part of the matter was settled. Elsa looked at my grenade launcher. An unhappy sigh escaped my lips as I handed it over.

“She said it is … it’s imbued with Usha’s power of the dawn. That it will protect me from what is to come.” Kaplan propped himself on one elbow, his gaze fixed on her eyes. The name struck him like an arrow. Usha, goddess of the dawn. Could this be it—the missing piece, the last weapon of Durga that the Directorate had hunted for centuries? The thought crashed through him, leaving a thousand unanswered questions in its wake. Why did Jaiyana’s grandmother have it? How long had it been in her family’s possession? And most of all—was Jaiyana truly who he feared, and hoped, she might be?

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?"

"Catalina's women have been known for their strength and power since before, even my grandparents can agree with that." "They have that history in their family tree, they're known for always being blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." Adriel, my Gamma, came out of nowhere just to join us. "You're lucky to have one of them to be your wife, they possessed beauty, strength, and wit. Though no one can really tell if the rumors about the Moon Goddess's blessings are really true or just happen to go around for what they have." "But which one? They currently have two single she-wolfs, don't they?" Koby asked as he eyed me and Adriel.

“Because the spell was never strong enough. Emotions weaken it. If Gerald and Iris ever met again in Silvaton Ridge, fragments would surface. Questions would rise. And Gerald would have killed her in a fit of rage. The pain from the betrayal, still festering. As for her name, Caitlynn had no choice. The goddess commanded it. Eliora wanted Iris remembered. Wanted her destined bond with Gerald untouched. Wanted them reunited.” The name of the goddess involved in this, strikes me like a blade. My heart implodes, fury and despair twisting into one. Eliora. Our goddess. She protected Iris. She shielded a traitor. “Does that mean Eliora herself brought her back to Silvaton Ridge?” My voice cracks

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

Amora sighed, “She won Vasu over, truly? What a pity. The God of Serpents is stunning. Mara, on the other hand, isn’t exactly a surprise. She’s always been so full of wrath.” “She’s the Goddess of Wrath. What do you expect?” Deidamia huffed, rolling her amber eyes. Ulrich grunted, “She’s going to be a tough one to take down. One of the best fighters I’ve seen.” Orion plucked the goblet of wine from my sister’s fingers and brought it to his lips. He side stepped just as she went to stab him with a butterknife. “Why don’t we talk to Elias?” He mused, stunning with his pale, messy hair hanging over his forehead. “He and Jade have been seeing one another for a while. She’s not one to let her pla

“But I’m weak.” The Goddess leaned closer. “Strength does not come from claws or fangs. It comes from the heart. Yours is stronger than any wolf.” She pressed her hand to Elara’s chest. A wave of power rushed through her body. The fire in her veins turned cold. Her breathing grew steady. “Live, my child,” the Goddess whispered. “Live, and fight.” Elara’s eyes snapped open. --- Back in the hall, everyone gasped as Elara’s chest rose sharply. She coughed, throwing up black liquid on the floor. Her body trembled, but color returned to her skin.

Why he felt cold even in the sun. He turned slowly to look at the woman floating beside him. Elara was smiling, but her eyes were darting around in panic. "Lysander, my love," Elara pleaded. "Don't listen to the Witch. I love you. I make you strong." "You..." Lysander touched the back of his neck. He felt a cold spot. A numbness. "You're feeding on me?" "I am the Goddess's vessel!" Elara hissed, her mask slipping. "I need energy to maintain the holy light!"