From Coward To Goddess Novels & Stories

“Please monster, leave me alone! Be gone from this holy place!” “Soon you will see that I am not a monster.” The woman continued unphased by Amelia’s insult. “Just set me free and you will see that I am you.” "Free…" Amelia murmured, getting lost in the woman’s words. "Wait… no!" Stumbling backwards, Amelia broke the woman’s connection with her before turning and running. She needed to get to the chapel, and soon, demons couldn’t exist in the domain of the Goddess, so this lying and deceitful creature couldn’t reach her there either.

She gasped at the power she absorbed as his yells engulfed the whole area in the first five seconds and after that, he dropped dead. She shrugged her arms slowly and rolled her eyes with a smile. She let out a thin "Ahhh" and the smile slowly turned into a face of anger. Bow to your goddess! She ordered the other two guards and they did as she ordered. With a few words "Hail Maravaritte, goddess of techno." Pete was feared at this Moment as never had he met such a creature before. Nevertheless he dropped his fear and had to risk it if he desired that his friends survive.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”

Werewolves jumped on me and I threw them off then jumped back on their beta. “Enough!” The goddess spoke and I felt her power run through me. It was telling me to submit. Letting me know a higher being had just spoken. I had never submitted through the horror of my life, I was not going to start with a self-entitled good for nothing goddess. There was only one person I yielded to.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

“This is the last time I ask. Give us the werewolf or tonight will be your last.” “No,” Gail said with more confidence than she felt. With a deep breath, she called her magic forth. It flooded through her, and she focused on the spell she had done that filled the glass ball with darkness. She hoped it was some kind of blindness spell. The words burst from her. “Thus rises the goddess, borne upward through a silent world, now birds and beasts are hushed, and steals the greedy cares of men and beasts to sweet oblivion.”

“Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself! The Goddess. The Great Mother. A sacred vow that can never be broken.” The pages are delicate and thin. I carefully turn the page to see what wisdoms await me. A soft knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. I quickly hide the book as I hear the lock begin to turn.

"The Goddess sees your corruption. She will not grant you what you seek." "The Goddess abandoned this world long ago, old man," the leader retorted. "All that remains is power. And we will have it." The leader made a sharp, slashing gesture with one hand. The world erupted into chaos. The cultists moved as one, swarming across the ford with an unnatural, silent grace. They didn't run; they flowed, like ink spilled in water. Adrien met them at the river's edge. He was a whirlwind of controlled fury, moving with a lethal precision I'd only ever seen in training. He disarmed the first cultist with a brutal twist of his arm, the snap of bone lost in the commotion, and used the man's own body to

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.