Fat Goddess Statue Novels & Stories

It’s annoying me more every passing moment. When we step out of the corridor into another huge room, my jaw hits the ground. A huge statue of the moon goddess stands in the center of the room. She looks much more beautiful here than the statues present back at Arles’ place. She looks down at us with benevolent eyes as she pets a big wolf standing by her side while her other hand is up in the air, holding a crescent moon. Her hair flows down to her waist while the white cloth wrapped around her body covers her skin but at the same time doesn’t fail to flaunt the curves of her body.

The two men were walking at the back while the one young male was leading us through the forest. ‘Custard? Do you really think that they believe that I am their goddess?’ I poked Custard through our link to get his attention. ‘The statue holds a lot of pure energy, master. So I guess with everything that it has been doing, they really think that you are a goddess. Especially when you were standing on the pedestal like you own the place.’ ‘Do you think they will believe me if I say that I am not a goddess?’ ‘Do you want to risk it, master? Because things might get messy if you do, but I will still fight beside you.’

But the statue in front of him made him change his mind. If Cassana's features were those of a fairy, then this statue depicted a goddess. A face filled with all the charm a woman could want, along with her alluring face and the loose dress she was wearing, made her look like a goddess. Her mature features, along with that supple body, posed a fatal attraction to anyone, regardless of gender. "Forgive me, Mother God. I'll come back soon and receive my punishment." While Anom was lost in the charm of the statue, Cassana put her hands on her sides and gave a deep bow to the statue.

At the end of the corridor was a life-sized statue of the Goddess of Fate. The elegant Goddess wore a compassionate expression, holding scales to arbitrate the fate of mortals. A sword and scepter were carved on the scales, symbolizing sanction and honor. Due to its age, the statue was somewhat broken, yet its majesty remained. He walked closer step by step until he stood before the statue of the Goddess. Resting on the white stone weighing pan was a golden silk pouch, strikingly visible under the sunlight. The silent scene was like a miracle.

In just a few minutes, with his hunger satisfied and his plate emptied, James leaned back in the chair to finish his drink. For the first time, he looked around the large dining hall. Near the front door he saw a statue of a woman holding a cornucopia and various items of the harvest. There are sure a lot of statues around here, he thought. He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically.

Most of them were women bearing the Galloway name, and all had died before they'd turned forty. As they paused in front of the giant statue she'd spotted from the hedge, she realized it wasn't an angel, but a goddess. Easily ten feet tall, it was solid white marble. The woman's eyes were closed as if in prayer, her face a mask of serenity. Wild long strands of hair swirled around her head, frozen for all time in an unseen wind. A loose robe fell to her ankles, and in one outstretched palm was a sphere. The base held a carved trinity knot. "This is where the pyre was erected, isn't it? Where they..."

I continued scanning through all the hieroglyphics in different languages for all the different goddesses of ancient times, until my eyes landed on one. The symbols beside it were close to the ones written on the walls, but so were many of the others. That wasn’t what stood out to me. It was an ancient statue beside the text of a voluptuous woman holding a staff that was in the shape of a snake. The caption of the picture read, ‘THE GREAT GODDESS AND HER STAFF OF REGENERATION’.

Their leader, Solan, whispered to his beta, “She speaks of unity… but she will never allow the Sun God to rise.” --- Scene 2: The Unveiling of the Statue Later that night, under a rising full moon, Liora led the packs to the Sanctuary Gardens where an enormous statue of Iris—the Mother Wolf—stood unveiled for the first time. Carved from moonstone and shadowglass, the statue depicted Iris in her wolf form, her eyes set with gold and obsidian gemstones that seemed to glow with an inner light.

I'm going to fit in determinedly because this place is not for the tamed. People are gathered around a statue of a woman with big breasts, tiny waist and big hips. A tiny scarf was tied around her pubic area. Some girls jump on it and pose with their mouths close to her tits. Some put their hands in between her legs while posing for pictures. They laugh crazily while molesting the poor statue. One squats and poses like her mouth is on the woman’s private part. They laugh some more. ‘’ You have not done that before,’’ someone says, taking a spot beside me. It is the girl that owns a lantern store.

I did and he came in after me, shutting the door behind us. The room was huge and held different arts. It felt like I was at an art exhibition. I was admiring the little paintings and statues that was until I caught sight of the huge standing statue at the corner of the room. I gasped suddenly, covering my mouth with my hands. Slowly I walked over to the corner of the room my hands reached out to touch the statue of the goddess of women, marriage, and children, Hera. I could imagine just how happy my mom would be if she had got to see the statue.