Eldar Goddess Isha Novels & Stories

“Melody is only the vessel. The true name is Euthanasiá, the false moon.” The forest seemed to still, as if listening. Elara continued, voice heavy with ancient memory. “He is not a woman. Not Truly… Euthanasiá is a fallen GOD. He believed that my Mother, the Moon Goddess had no right to her powers, that no female should wield such dominion over the worlds.” Damian stared, speechless.

"Auntie... You are here..." She held his hand, nodding. "Your Mama did well in summoning me. I have come here to heal you, alright? Will you have faith with me as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting, Sander?" Sander tried to nod. "Good." She gently combed Sander's hair before she performed healing him. "I, Iseldis, the second daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Healing and Hunting who shall heal this pup named Sinbert who is gravely injured and has deep wounds on his chest."

Rodrigo gulped down a glass of whiskey, not having the will to go against his mate on this subject. “Thanks, mom.” Isabel hugged her mom tightly, smiling to herself. It was moments like this that makes her thank the moon goddess for not giving her a dominant werewolf for a mother.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

The goddess I serve only in defiance had touched her again. And for the first time in my long life, I felt fear. When I crafted the seal, I used darkness older than I am — the kind that predates words. But light like that… divine light… it burns through everything. It rewrote my spell. It rewrote her. Elara of the royal bloodline — Moon’s daughter, wolf reborn. The world has remembered her. Which means every wolf alive will soon remember, too. And I? I cannot allow that.

Everyone nodded, rising from their seats with varying degrees of reluctance. But Katia lifted her hand. “One more thing,” she said. “Zeus brought Isla, Nila, and Neela back. They’re alive. On the island I once shared with Uranus. He’s helping them heal. Their loved ones won’t feel them until she chooses to return.” Talon’s mouth dropped. “I wanna be a goddess. You guys get to do all the cool stuff!” Mark kissed her cheek. “You are my goddess.” She rolled her eyes and pouted. “That’s not what I meant. I want to travel to realms and do something useful. I feel like a third wheel.”

“A second chance?” “Yes,” the Goddess said. “But it will not be easy. You will face the same challenges, the same betrayals. Only your choices will determine the outcome.” I closed my eyes, the weight of my regrets pressing down on me. “I’ll do it,” I whispered. “I’ll protect him this time. I’ll make things right.” The Goddess smiled, her light growing brighter. “Then live well, Elysia Celeriac. Remember who you are—the Gamma’s daughter.”

She was finishing off all the eagles and bandits whose heart and mind was twisted. Elva’s eyes widened. She was angry. She couldn't believe who she is facing. Fighting against her ultimate enemy, the Goddess of Light. A goddess who isn’t just a regular deity, but someone who’s in her God’s mode. “This is ridiculous! How can I defeat her! I have no way out. No way out of this mess! God damn it! This will be it for me if I can’t get out of here.” “You have no way out,” Agatha’s voices echoed in her trap.

Next sat Thalos, a God and Selene’s loyal brother—massive and cloaked in storm-gray fur and armor, his golden eyes fixed protectively on his sister. Across from him, the Witch Queen, Ysaria, draped in moss and starlight, her eyes swirling with visions not yet spoken. And finally, Ignivara, the Phoenix Goddess, clad in robes of flame and gold, stood near the back. Her wings flared briefly as she stepped forward. “It is done,” Selene began, her voice echoing like wind through hollowed mountains. “The Guardian’s essence has begun to coalesce again—this time, within the girl, Nalia.”

Now, Isa had only accomplished one of them: no one dared publicly sell Elf women anymore. However, there were still people trading Elf women on the black market. Moreover, their prices would be sky-high. With Isa’s current strength, she still could not deter those crazy desperadoes. She could only do so when she reached the heights of Empress Elora. Isa could not understand why she had the urge to worship when she looked at the little girl in David’s arms. ‘Who is this little girl?’ Isa took another look at Evie and the Elven Guards and noticed that they did not feel anything.