Goddess Collector Novels & Stories

I just noticed now how stressed and exhausted he looks. He showed us the old boom that he was holding, "This is an old book from my ancestors, a diary that all witches used to have in the dark ages, but now has a limited copy as it becomes forbidden for how powerful the knowledge it holds." He opened the book and showed us the page where a sketch was displayed. "It states here that all Guardians are chosen by the Oracles, an order from the Moon Goddess. Oracles did follow what they were told." Really? If the Oracles are following orders from the Moon Goddess, then how come they were one of those who ended the Guardians as well when they should've helped them?

“One of the reasons I targeted your sister’s body was because I saw the mark of the goddess on you. Once I lay my hand on the rare gift you have, I will become unstoppable. I will rise above the goddess level and-” “Wait. Wait.” Aspen shook her head. She was very surprised. “How did I end up with the mark? The goddess died ages ago. How could I have the gift you are talking about?” The woman shrugged as her loud footsteps began to pace the edge of the hole the detached floor created. “It’s just one of those mysteries. The goddess knew she was dying and chose someone who was yet to exist to carry on a fraction of her powers. I bet the goddess knew I would escape one day and found a mysterious

Jaxson’s POV Parking a block down the street from the address that Tristan had given me on the phone, I was more than ready to find Tyler and make in pay, as the moonstone’s powers grew stronger, feeding its power into me. I want to believe that the power was being sent from our Moon Goddess to the moonstone, knowing that it was now in my possession and that I was going to war against the monster that had taken so many of her offspring, because I didn’t want to believe the alternative.

I felt their grief. I stared at her, confused. Regret? Sorrow? From whom? From Garrett, Lucas or Damine?？ But, they had only ever seen me as a burden, and they had made their feelings perfectly clear—their contempt for me was absolute. There was no one left who would care about my passing. [This lifetime, you endured so much suffering and torment, yet you remained kind,] the Goddess continued, her voice softening further. [To reward your pure heart, I shall grant you a brand new, healthy life—a family that truly loves you and eagerly awaits your arrival—to make amends for all the regrets of this life.]

He smirks, “Hecate.” She turns to Ash and Kai on the sofa and holds out her hand, “Pleased to meet you properly, I’m Hecate. Goddess of the underworlds, and the crossroads that lead the way to all afterlives. And a few other things, I have a side gig as the Witches’ Goddess too.” Kai and Ash shake her hand and bow their heads, it felt appropriate. She smiles at them. “Yes, I like you. I’m glad Sol vouched for her to be your Mates.” Kai blinks and looks at Sol. He’s rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Kai stands and bows deeply,

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

It would be time for her to fight back when the public opinion escalated to the point where those trolls could not be suppressed anymore! Sienna raised her brows. She was about to turn her laptop off, but her hand paused slightly. She thought of a good friend whom she had not contacted for many years. Sienna reopened the webpage and quickly typed in a string of URLs. After hitting the Enter key, a black display box popped up on the webpage. This was the largest mercenary base in the world, and a black market that gathered all kinds of bigwigs! Sienna entered her account password. The world only knew that the eldest young lady of the Lang family from the capital city had been fighting for sev

Pisces replied, “It is a group of privately collected cultural relics. All of them are precious Summer Land’s cultural relics! They belong to a big trader, Gael Conway. In the past few decades, Gael has collected a large number of Summer Land’s cultural relics, and they are all preserved in his private exhibition hall. They are in the Conledge Mansion. “Lord Vedastus is eyeing this batch of goods. He is going to embezzle them all and sell them to foreigners. This is simply an act of insulting our ancestors. Both people and gods will be angry. “Whether it is out of morality or out of revenge, we have reasons to keep these goods.” Thomas agreed with this. But how to keep this batch of goods wa

The iridescent Eye of the Collector in the sky let out a shriek of rage, its gold light turning into a series of "Warning Pixels." UNAUTHORIZED BROKER DETECTED. SECTOR 4 IS UNDER EXCLUSIVE USER CONTRACT. REMOVE THE MERCHANDOR. The Merchant didn't look up. He adjusted his silver-glass briefcase, which was etched with the logos of a thousand dead sectors. "The Collector is such a sentimentalist," the Merchant said, his voice a smooth, clinical vibration. "He thinks 'Skins' and 'Mods' are the future. He doesn't realize that the real value of a 'Genesis Variable' is the 'Raw Entropy'."

At the end of the walkway, there was just one door—a door that led to a room I hadn’t entered since I first arrived. I pushed open the door to the room that held stone statues towering hundreds of feet above me. I stared at the one in the center—Selene, the goddess of the moon and creator of shifters. They had a similar building in the Capitol open for everyone to visit, where not only the goddess of the shifters but also those of witches were honored. I circled the room, looking at the other goddesses illuminated by the glass ceiling. Artemis, the goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, and wild animals.