Glass Maiden Novels & Stories

A massive glass wall overlooked the glittering harbor below, the dark water reflecting the distant lights of the city. Damaris sat in one of the deep armchairs, her emerald-green gown draped elegantly around her. Her tablet was active on her lap, a series of complex, green scrolling command lines reflecting in her eyes as she monitored the server traffic. "Looking good," she muttered to herself, her fingers flying across the screen. "Just a few more seconds..." A soft, distinct click echoed through the quiet room. Damaris paused, her fingers hovering over the glass screen. She looked toward the heavy oak door. It had been shut, and the brass lock was now turned.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

“It can symbolize the division of the world into land, sea and sky, or in an unbroken line it can represent unity, protection and everlasting life. It can represent the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone, or past, present, and future, and it’s one of many symbols of Morrigan, the Goddess of War.” “Locally, it’s used to represent three arseholes that I know,” Aislen remarked. Alice’s laughter was surprised from her. “Yes, well,” her eyes went to Heath. “There’s that too. What are you looking for, Aislen?” She placed the emphasis on “are”. “Answers,” Aislen replied. “And the ingredients for a spell trap.” “A spell trap,” Alice’s eyebrows rose. “That’s… a rather advanced spell for a novice,” her

I reached out instinctively, grasping at nothing, but my fingers caught no purchase. “Aria!” Killian’s voice rang out faintly, followed by Darius’s deeper timbre. But they sounded far away, as though I was hearing them through water. The mist thickened, swirling into patterns that shimmered like moonlight on the surface of a lake. Slowly, a figure emerged from the haze, radiant and otherworldly. The Moon Goddess. Her presence was overwhelming, not in its harshness but in its sheer magnitude. She didn’t glow like the sun; her light was soft, like a full moon on a cloudless night. Her eyes, ancient and piercing, locked onto mine with an intensity that left me breathless.

The sound of church bells rang in the distance, signifying the moon had reached the highest point in the sky. Occasionally, thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling the coming storm, but that didn't bother Mason. He had to be here and see this through at her request. Mason stood with his brother, Micah, while the Elder Werewolves members stood in the Nexus' center a few feet away. The Nexus was a sacred ground for the Moon Goddess's worshippers. The gravel aisle led up to a raised circular concrete stage, and in the middle of the circle, chained to a metal spike, was Melania.

But why does my heart still hurt so badly when I saw him? The Priestess of the Moon Goddess steps onto the altar by the lakeside. She is a mysterious woman, dressed in flowing white robes with a veil covering her face. The ritual begins with a group of priestesses and priests carrying lanterns filled with glowing crystals. They walk in a slow, rhythmic pattern around the altar, chanting hymns to the Moon Goddess. The air is filled with the sound of soft, melodic chanting and the rustle of robes. The Moon Goddess's priestess steps forward and performs a cleansing ritual. She dips a ceremonial silver chalice into the lake, lifts it towards the moon, and pours the water over the altar, symboliz

We decided to leave, to let Damon be alone with Mila for one final time. Ezra didn’t want to leave, she kept tugging on my arm.. “Ezra we should go now, leave Damon be” I said to her. “But Ebony, look!” I turned around to see what was so important, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The gold etchings of the Moon Goddess table had begun to glow, and in the distance from where the moon touched the earth a woman had appeared. She was beautiful, dressed in white and gold lace, she had a glow around her, I couldn’t believe it, it was the mood goddess. Damon’s P.O.V.

My head turns to see a women standing by the door, her long straight black hair and pale skin standing out against the beige behind her as she sends a smile my way. “You are Geminie Starlite, Daughter of Maverick Starlite - Alpha of the Norther Snow - and Lisandra - our current Moon Goddess.” … “Let me get this straight.” I start, running my fingers through my greasy hair and cringing at the feel of my locks. I am in desperate need of a shower but with my mind racing a million thoughts, I need to sort out the information I had just learnt first.

Their Moon Goddess was truly something out of this world. Kaeden snaked his arms over Corbin’s shoulders and kissed his mark. Placing his head on his shoulder, he sighed, “And here I thought you only knew Grass Maiden.” Dante’s eyes widened, “So you’ve heard Grass Maiden? It’s a pretty creepy song, right?” Kaeden shook his head and frowned. “No, I actually like it, although it’s sad.” While they were idly speaking, Corbin’s beautiful voice blew everyone else away. Samantha stood on the deck in shock. ‘He never sang for me!’

she told me and we finally reached the other side of the room and felt the lasers power down as the heavy security door hissed open. The next room was a long and narrow bridge that stretched over a massive vat of glowing green liquid and the fumes were so strong that I could taste the copper in the back of my throat even through my mask, and I saw that the "Inner Sanctum" door required two different keys to be turned at the exact same time at opposite ends of the bridge. It was a perfect trap because it forced us to split up and leave our backs exposed and just as I started to head toward the left console I heard a massive explosion from the direction of the ballroom.