Goddess Drea Novels & Stories

Hardly attire befitting a Draken’s wife, let alone one about to undergo a sacred ceremony. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She just needed to endure this, to get through the ordeal quickly, then she could find Rhyzar and demand to know the truth about the looming war. She had seen too much destruction already, and if she could persuade him to choose the most peaceful path, she had to try. But then she saw it—the sight that made the murmuring voices fade into nothing. The altar. At its base stood a golden statue, its beauty unparalleled. “That’s the dragon’s mate,” the priestess murmured beside her, nodding toward the breathtaking figure. “The woman who bore the first Draken and g

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.

But Kael was furious—a mate defending his bond. He landed a punch to Dren’s jaw that sent the rogue crashing into a tree. But Dren stood, wiping blood from his mouth. “You can’t kill me,” he taunted. “Not before the bond completes.” “She’s not yours!” “She will be.” --- But then… A glow shimmered behind Dren. Luna. She stepped into the clearing like a goddess of war—her skin glowing, her eyes silver fire. Her power surged in waves, cracking the earth beneath her.

Bitter. Draekon just had a way of elevating her from one nightmare to another. And he always managed to look put together while at it. "I, Vaelora Hugo," Om'zaar led. "I, Vaelora Hugo." She repeated. "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." "Take Draekon Noir, my gift of a lifetime from the moon goddess." She doused the urge to scoff at that point. "To love and to be bound under the grace of the moon goddess."

The mowngry tugged at the sleeves of his dress, urging him to come. The golden-haired maiden turned towards Khailis’ direction. “I think we’ve got company.” Feeling a little embarrassed for hiding herself even though she did not mean to, Khailis was about to emerge from behind the tree. She looked around for Gavil, but he had already walked before her towards the golden-haired maiden, bowing down his feline head. “Greetings to the celestial gods of the earth, God Templar and Goddess Freya!” Goddess Freya was in reference to Shia, so this maiden-like divinity must be God Templar - The God of Fire and Sun?! But, how can the fiery Fire God look so... womanly?

She was pleading, almost demanding. I sat for a second not wanting to stop talking about this. “Ok, look, I'll make a deal with you,” she was looking at me with an adorable pleading look. “Ok, I'm listening.” “If you take me out of this house, I will tell you about Dru, an immortal woman who is a champion of the Gods.” I looked at her quizzically as this struck my interest. “Ok, you have my attention.” I stood and extended my elbow to her, “Shall I whisk you away, M’lady?”

The goddess was in her inner chamber while Drex approached her "Well, well, well, what do we have here, I'm gonna make this simple, its either you step down or everything ends in violence and blood shed" Drex said clapping his hands as he made a bargain with the Goddess "End in blood shed you say? When you've already slaughtered my men and now you ask for bargain" The goddess grasped "I GAVE YOU POWER, but how did you repay me? By invading my kingdom savaging my people, and now you gonna pay" The Goddess added transforming into a fairy

Anna thought while stunned. Anna, who is called the Goddess of a thousand mammoths because of her extraordinary strength. Devora, on the other hand, is called the Soul Goddess because of her beauty and ability to remove souls from the bodies of others. By using her black power. She can instantly destroy the soul of anyone she touches or paralyze it, so that her victim's body will be unable to move. She can also move around to different places like a ghost so others call her Ghost princess. They were the two goddesses who had been the left and right hands of one of the powerful kings of their time, and they had been faithful and wonderful when it came to carrying out the orders of superiors.

Two goddesses bound by duty, fury, and love. Together, we lifted our arms and sent a blast of raw divine magic through the leylines of the world. It surged like a tidal wave. A wall of light and root and storm, crashing down upon the mouth of the hellgate. The demons howled. They recoiled. For now. But we both knew the truth. This would not hold forever. They were learning. Changing. And they wanted her. Daeira. The chosen. She was close now. So close. Her first Trial waited. Her power had begun to unfurl. She was becoming what we always knew she was.