Novel & Cerita Fantasy Aphrodite Art

"But still—" "Do you trust me, beloved?" Aphrodite said, looking into Kendrio's eyes. Her blue crystals were captivating, hypnotizing. Kendrio gets lost in her orbs forgetting what they were discussing. Her eyes sparkled with love, one could easily be lost in her sapphires. A small smirk played on her lips. She blinked her eyes, and move her hands in his hairs, slowly massaging them. "Yes," kendrio breathed out, Realising what she is doing. She always does that. That's what she is famous for. This is what her powers are.

Shimmering images of Aria laughing, crying, sleeping, bleeding, kissing, dying. Living. Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images—Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Elara, Nova, Iris, Lys, Athena, and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt. "She's whole," Aphrodite whispered. "She's not alone," Vaethea said. "No," Aphrodite replied. "But she's not safe yet." They both turned toward the center of the cathedral, where a throne of bone stood.

The woman, Aphrodite let out a loud laugh. “He’s cute, Ares. I want to keep him.” Her voice was a seductive purr as she stepped closer to me. Her heels clicked as she gracefully walked over the hard surface of the concreate flooring. Aphrodite held out her hand and traced her long red fingernails over my collarbone. Demi’s grip on me loosened and I turned to see her moving to step in front of me. What the hell is she doing? Before I could move her back behind me, Demi straightened to her full height. Her stance changed to that of a strong female warrior. Her fear is no longer controlling her features as it has been replaced by jealous anger.

A legacy that will never die. Yet, even as the thrill of her promise vibrates in my thoughts, my gaze helplessly drifts past her shoulder. Toward the final goddess. Aphrodite smiles the moment our eyes meet, and in that exact second, I understand why men burn down worlds. She doesn’t inspire awe like Hera, or command reverence like Athena. Aphrodite awakens a raw, suffocating hunger. Every movement she makes is a slow-burn seduction. Her pale gown clings to her curves, concealing everything yet revealing more than nakedness ever could. Golden hair spills lazily over one bare shoulder, and her amber eyes gleam with a wicked, playful malice.

Jen’s cheerful voice rang out, drawing my attention. I created the art of her beauty, the girl I saw on the first day of her shift in the café. She was stunning, utterly captivating. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to capture her essence on canvas. I wanted to depict her sitting on that counter table, but my desires went far beyond mere admiration. I wanted to possess her, to feel her beneath me. Yet, I knew it wasn’t the right time. I had to bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to make my move. So, instead, I channeled my desires into my artwork, unknowingly mirroring her presence in my painting. As I worked on it, I poured every ounce of longing and desire into each brushs

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.”

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?"

I swear her aura went ice cold. "Myself, Brigit, Hathor, Dana, Freya, Oshun, and Kokopelli all have issues with Aphrodite's careless nature. I believe we can make sure she has many years of varying degrees of infertility." Her eyes seemed to be on fire. "And this one?" She pointed at me. "I don't need him punished in that fashion. Being her jailer and dealing with her advances would be enough for him. Aphrodite had already blessed him with fertile sperm. I had her do that so she would think her punishment would be to bear children for him."

*** CONTINUATION *** "I choose Pygmalion and Galatea," we nodded and listened to her, "Pygmalion is a sculptor and he hated women. For him, they didn't worth his time, and they didn't deserved to be wasted time of. He then made Galatea out of ivory. Galatea is prettier than any breathing women. And he fell in love in his own sculpted work. So, Aphrodite rewarded him after his sacrifice to her and brought Galatea to life. And they had a son which became one of the goddess's sacred cities, Paphos."

"I sometimes went there to read, whenever I had nothing else to do. Sometimes even when I did. It is just so peaceful up there; I am almost tempted to believe that the goddess Aphrodite was truly born there. It certainly feels worthy of being heralded as the birth place of the goddess of beauty. Did you know her name is actually derived from the waters of that very place? In Ancient Greek, 'Aphros' means foam. Aphrodite literally translates to foam-born." Adnan paused, realizing he had been rambling. He had promised himself that he would listen more when he was with Afrah, and yet here he was, repeating the same mistakes he had sworn off. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm probably boring you to dea