Galatea Novels & Stories

The yacht’s engines hummed softly, a deep, vibrating promise of motion—of leaving the familiar behind. Martha lingered near the railing, the envelope heavy in her hand. She tore it open, her fingers brushing against the embossed gold letters: "Welcome to Velaria. You are now known as Crescenta." Her pulse quickened. Married for comfort, surrounded by wealth she neither loved nor feared, she had never felt a thrill like this. The golden ink seemed to shimmer, almost alive, whispering the promise of pleasures unimagined. Around her, the other women examined their own invitations, lips curling with anticipation, eyes glinting with curiosity and hunger. Solara. Lumina. Eryndra. Each name a mask,

Ito ay isang babaeng may mukhang perpekto, ngunit ang kanyang mga mata ay walang buhay. ​"Welcome back, Black Family," sabi ng hologram. "Ako si Gaia, ang AI na nilikha mula sa natitirang code ni Dr. Vane at ng mga Keepers. Salamat sa inyong pagbabalik. Ang 'Key' (Alexander) ay sa wakas ay nasa aking kontrol na."

She let out a loud yelp and did her happy dance, Roman was annoyed, he couldn’t believe he just got trashed. “i win, I win, I win” she sang, coming in Roman’s face. He just stared at her with a blank look. “I believe you have something to tell the captain”. he rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone and instructed the captain to go faster. Camila screamed for joy when the ship sped forward. She looked at Roman when she saw he had a sour look on his face.

I apply the lip gloss and stand back, looking in the full-length mirror. I am Iokaste Latmus. I am a goddess. Daughter of the Moon Goddess, Selene. Mated to Alpha Regent Bronx Mason. I am a Luna Regent. I am powerful in my own right. I am all those things, but they are just pieces of me, not all of me. I have hopes and dreams and desires for myself and for the people I love. That is the glue that puts all the pieces into one big happy puzzle.

And although she had done it before, it was no easier than the others. “Your duty to her is now fulfilled.” She could feel each of them. Her bonds with them breaking as they passed through the gate and into the Goddess’s arms. The Goddess sympathised with her Conduit, it was clear on her face and from the feelings that ran through Adelaide’s body. For the first time since the Pack Wars that the Geata na Mòine had been opened with a ceremony. For many it was the first time they were setting eyes on their Goddess. “She will embrace you.”

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

Isn't he an expert at sneaking into my house without getting caught? The corner of my mouth lifts as I get the perfect idea. The gala Bianchi invited me to. I'm sure there will be photos on the internet and gossip sites. What would he do if he saw me hanging on the arm of another man? I shoot Rita a message and tell her to make an appointment with Danissa. She's a genius designer and I have no doubt she'll get me the dress I want. Aside from Ophelia almost making my heart stop, I think the rest of the day was fine.

Beside him, there was a statue of Amphitrite herself, the beautiful and serene goddess, with flowing hair and a gentle smile on her face. Further along, they saw a statue of Thalassa, the primordial goddess of the sea, embodying its vastness and mystery. Her statue seemed to ripple like water, as if alive with the eternal essence of the ocean. Nearby, there was a statue of Triton, son of Poseidon and messenger of the sea, depicted with his conch shell trumpet in hand, ready to announce his father's commands.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.