Goddess Design Novels & Stories

I ordered Ariel , who shot me a shocked gaze when I had finished. "What? Why? I can't go about seducing people like a whore. That's not me!" She frowned as she reluctantly refused. "Erbort is really good looking Ariel." I tried to convince her. "He is also very close to the Goddess of War. Don't you like that?" "Hmmm!...that sounds good then. I love good looking men and would also like to meet the Goddess of War." Ariel sounded impressed. She changed her mind and agreed to do my orders.

And he could decide from there? “I have an idea,” I told him. “Here, let me show you.” I sat down and feverishly sketched the idea that had been haunting me for weeks. It came out easily, fluidly, as though it had been waiting to be released. It was the design I’d come up with that night in the backyard with Johnson. A disc that separated down the center with an inscription. I felt as though the inspiration had come directly from the Moon Goddess herself. I just couldn’t believe I’d found a material that could do the design justice.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

The screen was dark except for the fire to my right and… I touched my forehead where new marking were glowing in the dark on my forehead. It lit the top of my face; the glow was so strong you could just make out my eyes in the darkness. A soft blue, white light emanated from the design carved by the goddesses. I traced the design, awe filled my chest, and a soft tingle hit my fingertips. Before there was just a crescent moon, but now, the crescent moon shifted to a full moon in the center, and two crescent moons on the sides. Vines wrapped around the crescent moons, trailing up into my hair and trailing down the sides of my face. I brushed it again and I felt a stronger vibration in my finge

The Goddess’s expression hardened. This, she said, is where you broke the design. I looked directly at her. Or improved it. Her silver eyes flashed sharply. Power without structure leads to chaos. Maybe structure without choice leads to weakness. Silence filled the endless space. Heavy. Dangerous. Then the Goddess moved. Not physically. But suddenly an overwhelming pressure crashed into me from every direction. My knees nearly buckled instantly. It felt like the weight of the entire world pressing down on my soul. Every instinct inside me screamed to kneel.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

"It multiplies gaze without priest. It wounds gods." Haley swallowed. "I use it for product links too." The goddess considered this. "Products are minor idols." "Honestly, yes." Katherine's voice came through comms, controlled and sharp. "Identify yourself and state your claim." The goddess turned her head toward the hidden camera as if looking straight through Sterling Tower to Katherine. "Names are hooks," she said. Priya Nair, in the press room, whispered, "She is not wrong." Katherine did not blink. "Then choose what we may call you for this proceeding."

Was creating this elaborate trap specifically to use the collective consciousness connection. I pushed through several defensive positions in order to rejoin Cassian’s beleaguered forces. We collaborated to launch a reinvigorated attack on the central chamber where intelligence suggested the artificial goddess was being assembled from pilfered divine essence. That figure in the chamber was almost complete now. As her shape became perceptibly less energy and more physical substance. She opened eyes as blank of personality and individual consciousness. A godly shell to be programmed with whatever the old order desired. A weapon that would resemble a goddess without having any will of her own.