Glucose Goddess Novels & Stories

Her skin is as white as the moonlight and it glows, giving out a sub to blue glow I have heard about this woman. From the stories from my mother tongue, to the text I read in the history books. Only a few people have seen the moon goddess -and these are people who carry something very special. But I am Sarah, or would I call myself Danika now? Since Danika is my moon giving them. How can I be special? When all my life I have been hiding The Moon Goddess herself has come to visit me. She did not even send one of our numerous messengers. Why me? What is happening?

* The moon's light intensified, and suddenly she was there—not physically but present in our network, vast beyond comprehension yet somehow fitting within our bonds. She appeared as every moon phase simultaneously—new and full, waxing and waning, dark and bright. Her presence should have shattered our network, but instead it... completed it. *My children have learned to share consciousness without losing self. How beautifully impossible.* "Will you stop us?" Marcus asked, and I heard hope in his voice. *Stop you? Dear entropy, I'm going to join them.* The goddess flowed into our network, and suddenly we understood—she hadn't been sleeping but waiting. Waiting for her children to evolve enoug

I say I don't care how special it is. If it means something of importance, we will find out, but tonight I don't care. All I care about is the little girl who doesn't have much time left. My little girl, who at this very moment might be taking her last breathes. While I am at work, listening to more supernatural crap. Stress shows all over me. My face, hair, and weight have suffered, not as much as my daughter has but still. "Boss. If it's the moon Goddess that the wolves worship. It might heal Molly. It's glowing like it might be. It's supposed to be magical, right. Powerful beyond our dreams. What if it can save Molly," Glen says, pleading with me to leave my office.

Just before the Moon Goddess disappeared She saw the porch lights come on as Nezerra, Mack, and Ashur came running out. “Felan, are you ok? What are you doing out here?” Nezerra said as he approached her. “I was speaking with the Moon Goddess. After what happened last night, I was feeling sad and angry and my heart was hurting. The Moon Goddess helped me understand why some things happen and looked what I did.” She said as the three of them followed her gaze to the freshly bloomed flowers and the tree.

"Dear Alpha Adrian, I hope this email arrives at a good time, my name is Annalise and I am the Red wolf, graced into existence by the Red Moon Goddess. As you are more than likely aware, the warlock Balthazar is promising to share me as though I am some sort of prize. This can not be allowed to happen. I offer you my powers to help protect both yourself and your pack if you would be willing to aid us in the upcoming battle against Balthazar and those that follow him.

Seeing me stare at them, Morpheus who seemed to self appoint himself as the middle person came forward. “This is Mnemosyne, the Goddess of memory,” he introduced. She gave me a gentle smile in return. I have never heard of her before now, but she seemed to have a significant presence. “And this is Eos, Goddess of the dawn,” he said, pointing to the Goddess who was ogling Adrian. I wanted to glare at her but instead gave her a sickly sweet smile. She looked at me blankly for a moment before giving a small nod at me. “It’s nice to meet you all,” I announced.

He spat in distaste. Jaylen swallowed hard as his brother’s words began to sink in too. It was true about his assertions. They were too preoccupied about how it would take a toll on Jaylen and had forgotten Jayden too had been cheated. However, it still wasn't any of their fault. The Moon Goddess had played her game well over them. It is a game of chess where the Queen can move in different ways and not taken by the swirl of the competition and gets to win whichever way she wants.

He’d sought to test her—how much she could endure, how far her fire could be pushed. She pressed trembling fingers against her lips where he had nearly kissed her. Revulsion and something darker twisted inside her. His obsession was no game—it was war. That night, she dreamed again of the temple in flickered fire across the ancient stone of a goddess cloaked in shadows. The voice of the goddess embers as she leaned closer. “Pain is your teacher,” she murmured. “Burn… or be consumed.” Elara woke with fire curling at her fingertips.

Why this girl now? “Mam?” Grace called Athena again, “You don’t have to call me mam, Grace. I am no boss of yours. You can call me Athena” she moved closer to the stairs, “I don’t think the boss would appreciate that madam,” Grace politely responded. “No, Grace. I insist”, she replied. That was true. She was no boss of anyone. She was a mere slave, a slave to his desires, pleasure and sick obsession. She put her foot on the step but immediately remembered something. “Grace?” she called, turning around.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.