From Coward To Goddess Novels & Stories

Sienna glanced at him sideways with a slight hint of arrogance in her eyes. She snorted softly and said, “I won’t get drunk!” Back then, she held the title as the first Goddess of War in the capital city. What had she not seen or experienced before? What kind of wine banquet had she not participated in? No matter how much she drank, she was still sober; she had never been drunk. It was just like how she suspected that Matty was here to get them drunk, and why she had decided to walk into his trap anyway. This was because she had self-confidence and courage that she would never get drunk!

HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 61: The Closed Circuit The quiet in the town square was not peaceful. It was heavy. It was the physical weight of a thousand people collectively deciding that tomorrow did not matter. Sable went to her knees on the cobblestones. She did not fall gracefully. She simply stopped holding herself up. Cord went down with her, catching her shoulders, but Sable did not look at him. She looked at the cobblestones. "Why are we standing," Sable whispered.

Binds. I scream. I endure. I stay. The gods shriek as light flares violently. The fracture seals. The Goddess gasps, strength flooding back unevenly. Not whole. Never whole. She pulls her hand away. And then, slowly, unbelievably She lowers herself fully. She kneels before me. Silence crashes down. The gods freeze. Kieran stares. The child sobs in relief. The Goddess bows her head. “Nova,” she says, voice steady but humbled. “As long as I breathe, I will stand with you.”

After a few side glances between them, a woman came forward with her head held high. “I’m Xela, the Alpha of the Spruce Cove pack. We are answering the call to fight alongside the Goddess.” When the woman reached me, she placed a knee on the ground and bowed her head. I looked at her pointedly and sighed. Jordan called the Faiths the 'Moon Goddess.' I must resemble what they have been told the Moon Goddess looked like. It flattered me, but it made me feel like I was an imposter, since I didn’t view myself as such.

“My apologies, darling. I completely forgot myself. I haven’t been to the human world for so long, I didn’t even---!” “Forgot my ass,” the raven crowed, flapping his wings again. “The realm has made you soft if you’ve forgotten who kicked your ass that landed you in this situation in the first place!” “It’s not my fault,” the goddess pouted, folding her arms under her ample chest. “I underestimated how powerful Dikaios was. And I was just a tad bit hasty when challenging him.” Now THAT was a story I wanted to hear... “Keep telling yourself that, princess,” Corvus snapped, his beak clapping next to my ear as he made a chuckle-like sound.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, he rose to his feet, trembling but upright, standing before the Goddess in unwavering determination. Before him loomed the Luna Goddess, radiant and imposing. Her presence radiated a celestial light, illuminating the shadows that flickered in the corners of the realm. "You dare challenge me, spirit half?" Her voice rolled like thunder, echoing through the expanse of the Calm Ethereal, powerful and unyielding.

No, I am not. “And why should we be worried? He is a pussy. He had to send the Moon Goddess to bring us in. Zeus is a weak ass bitch, and he is about to have his ass handed to him by three strong ass women. Sorry, four strong ass women and one squirrel obsessed wolf.” Jadara says and Cece screams yes! I fight the chuckle that is building at Jadara’s words.

They writhed silently, devoured, reshaped, twisted by her hunger. Divine light flared simultaneously — white - hot, pure — slicing through the darkness, the duality of her essence singing: predator and goddess intertwined. The beast roared in her chest, fangs elongating, eyes glowing with predatory hunger, while the goddess whispered: “Control. Command. Dominate.” Vaethea convulsed — not from submission, but from defiance against forces older than stars, as if the universe itself were testing whether a newly crowned goddess could survive her own shadow.

“You have changed so much, My Star. You once welcomed my embrace.” Her hand brushed along her cheek, catching a tear she didn’t realise she had shed. Her touch warmed her skin, such a familiar touch. She leaned into her hand and let out a shaky breath, her composure shattered. The Goddess saw her for all she was and all that she had been. Once champion when in her prime, she was now a hollow damaged shell. Adelaide finally gained the courage to look up and meet the gaze of the Goddess. Silver eyes met. One soul as old as time another soul full of grief and sorrow.

The words were whispered but held so much wonder. “You know what I am, warrior. But I do not think you know what I do. I am a vessel.” Carly looked up. “A vessel for the future, the present, the past. I see all, and I weigh paths. I am the truth bearer, the pathfinder, I am the alpha, the omega, I am the storyteller. I am everything and nothing.” Carly’s voice changed a little and her eyes shifted to darkness. “I am the goddess’s voice, and her will on earth.”