Novel & Cerita Goddess Drea

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

After a few side glances between them, a woman came forward with her head held high. “I’m Xela, the Alpha of the Spruce Cove pack. We are answering the call to fight alongside the Goddess.” When the woman reached me, she placed a knee on the ground and bowed her head. I looked at her pointedly and sighed. Jordan called the Faiths the 'Moon Goddess.' I must resemble what they have been told the Moon Goddess looked like. It flattered me, but it made me feel like I was an imposter, since I didn’t view myself as such.

This gave me hope that my kids will be able to fit in here even if they aren’t werewolves. Lis and I were sitting and chatting while watching the kids play, when Drea walked out the back door onto the deck, and she was accompanied by a woman with gorgeous umber skin, and thick curly hair, piled in a high bun that was larger than her actual head. She looked like a literal doll!

ass and made me see her first design. “Here it is! This first dress is an off-shoulder mermaid dress. Its fabric is going to be embroidered with exquisite floral décor. I made it simple, but its simplicity will speak for itself like an extinct creature, nobody else could ever have such beauty, but only you.” Her eyes were twinkling like the stars. How I wish I have a cousin like her. She then flipped the page to show me the second design. “This one on the other hand is a trumpet dress and it will be adorned with 500 crystals. Once you walk down the aisle it will be like walking on the clouds. As the lights hit the crystals you will be entering the world of fairies. What I really wanted on bo

A lot of people think that they have achieved power from making a deal with the dark one, but nobody has the evidence to prove these kinds of speculations. Deadrei grew up to be a fine lady, well even in her early childhood, she already resembles an angel sent from above. Despite the charismatic beauty Deadrei has, her peers think of her as weird as if they are all normal. Dolores knew from the start that Deadrei is one of those creatures who have chased their people out of their territory, but she took her as her own daughter. She was the one who taught Deadrei black magic and how to read visions from a crystal ball, that is why at the age of Deadrei’s teenage years she knew what she would

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

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.