Goddess Fantasy Art Novels & Stories

But when she glanced at the page, she realized why Cole looked so confused, and Isaac so terrified. “What’s this?” she asked as she stared at it. It was a picture. It was four pictures, actually. The first one was the moon goddess, Amaris. She had white, long hair and eyes like the ocean. The picture was evidently old, yet it kept its beauty intact. She wore a soft smile on her lips—it almost looked familiar. The second picture was of the sun dragon—Helios. He was a higher being like the moon goddess, except he was everything fire—his hair, his eyes and his very aura.

And then ruled it. He did not feel the warm hand of the moon goddess who had blessed and damned him with such terrible power. He wondered if that goddess of light and flame even cared that he now lay trapped within the iron box—or if the immortal had transferred his attentions to another. To the Witch who might offer herself in her stead and in yielding his life, spare their world.

Footsteps then start to echo throughout the void. Chase comes out of the black. He looks different. Almost bigger and no glasses. He's face smug. His grin menacing. I take a step back. "She's waiting for you, Alpha." He teases. "The Goddess would like to talk to you." "I'm going to rip your fucking throat out!!" I snarl at him, my voice bouncing off the edges of the darkness. "No. You won't. You can't win, Alpha. My father had vision. I will fulfill that vision. My army will destroy your world and everyone in it. The way it should have been done. By the Goddess' hands." He stood at the barrier with his chin out

“I wanted to bring you to the garden of the Kitsune. True nine-tailed fox shifters are rare, but this is where you originated. This place is no longer part of the human world an lays outside of time and space. It is a place where you can come and be renewed and revitalized now that you have been here. Your body is still with your mate, though you both slumber from the surge of the gift I have given you. It is a power you will need in coming times.” As she draws closer, I turn and see a woman who looks much like a statue out of one of the great temples in Japan…the moon god is Tsukiyomi and is male, but this goddess…is it him as a female? “Gods often make their children in their image. I have

I follow after him, walking away from the odd painting I was staring at. It was of a woman, a goddess I think. I would have thought she was a rendition of the moon goddess if not for the blood trailing down one of her hands. She was standing in a lake with a backdrop of a forest behind her. Dressed in a gown that looked like it was made out of pure light, and hair railing with silver curls. Her eyes were also a startling blue that looked like it was in transition to silver. And in her hands were two games of the moon. One glowing a beautiful silver and the other a dark red that seemed to pour out blood from it.

My reflection shimmered with uncertainty, and the thought of confronting the Luna Goddess sent a shiver coursing through me, an icy tendril of fear gripping my core. At the center of the grand chamber within the palace, the Luna Goddess awaited, her presence radiating warmth and power. She stood as a beacon of light, her gown flowing like liquid moonlight, adorned with shimmering constellations that sparkled against the fabric. Her eyes, deep and endless, held the wisdom of the ages, reflecting the hopes and dreams of every soul who had ever sought her guidance.

Within the dream library, Hazel found herself surrounded by a kaleidoscope of artistic energy and creativity, each color and shape pulsating with a life of its own. The air was filled with the hum of inspiration, the energy of imagination swirling around her like a symphony of artistic passion. As she journeyed through the vibrant tapestry of colors and forms, Hazel felt a deep connection to her inner artist, a wellspring of ideas and emotions waiting to be translated into visual poetry. Each brushstroke, each daub of pigment, each stroke of her hand on the canvas held the power to capture the essence of her thoughts and feelings, bringing to life a world of beauty and meaning.

They channel chaos into strength. • House of Aphrodite – The Enchanteds: Artists and diplomats. They weave beauty and persuasion as power. These are your main six buildings. Every student is aligned by ancestry or calling. Few remain Unclaimed. Fewer still are Chosen. A chill ran down her spine as she read the last line. “Fewer still are Chosen.” What did that mean for her then? Suddenly a woman appeared from the small balcony above the dining hall's doors. She was tall and fit with a long neck. Her hair was cut into a blunt jet black bob. Streaks of grey framing her face. Her eyes were different. Layla had learned about this in school once.

"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.

Hey readers! Hope everything is going fine? So I have to explain some things in the book to further clarify your reading. AGING OF GODDESSES In the course of the book, I mentioned that goddesses are not immortal. However, they have a very long life span. Mere scrapes cannot cause much harm to them or end their lives. They heal faster than an average magical being which means they heal way faster than humans.