Goddess Fantasy Art Novels & Stories

“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.”

A smile played on her lips. “Give me your hand, child,” Mother Goddess said. Offering her left hand, she watches with awe what she was doing. Mother Goddess drew a moon inside a circle. “Now, forget this.” Mother goddess said, as she lightly poke Allorah’s forehead. Like nothing ever happens, Allorah turns away. Mother Goddess, watch her leave. “Now that destiny has been sealed, that child will suffer. But at the end everything will be for him,” Mother Goddess said as she looked back at the fountain. An image appeared.

They were the Gods of War of Somerland, legends made flesh. At the center of the formation stood Elysia Fang, the Goddess of War. Clad in formidable armor that gleamed like forged iron, she radiated a serene yet fearsome authority. Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

Seamstresses usually get paid in material or at most food, but never gold coins. "7 gold coins," she buried her face in her hands and began to cry, "oh, I thank you for your generosity, Lady Aphrodite! I pray to the heavens that you get all that you desire in this life! Oh, I thank you, I thank you!" I nodded my head, "now, take out your sketchbook. I must tell you what I want my dress to look." She did as I instructed even as her hand shook she took out a worn out leather book and a pen, "what would you like for me to create for you, Lady Aphrodite?" she asks me.

That is tonight’s game, Greg. ‘Freyja was astute and fair and became a most popular goddess. She was a skilled practitioner of a form of magic associated with the Sharman these days. It was important that she was elevated above the level of the master of the house, in order to separate her wisdom from the profane world. Hence, I sit higher than you, Odin.’ Greg turned to look at the semi-circle behind him. His face was contorted with hate and his smirk was of an over-confident cynic. I wilted and pretended to look past him and avoid his eyes. Dee took up the action, again.

The Wasteland has been feared by many creatures of Moonland, since then, no one had dared to venture in this godforsaken land without passing through the dark river. She became the keeper of the third coin after he took it from Lord Andrie. From then on, the gods had punished her one so alluring beautiful face, turning her into the hideous horrible heartless creature of the dark but with her power, during the day, she could cloak her awful face with an enchantment that made her desirable to the opposite sex.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I do admit I was curious to see what was inside, so I let them take me in. There was the faint aura of goodness, one that reminded me of all the happy moments in my life as I stepped into the tabernacle. It could be quite easy to lie down and curl myself like a foetus, basking in the clouds of eternal peace. Like a child, I looked around with awe at the murals on the walls and high ceilings, and the larger than life jade statues of the Creator and his wife, the Moon goddess. The Creator looked in the distance wearing a mischievous smile; drawn on his open muscular chest was a golden sun which was slightly covered by his long billowing robes. The Moon goddess, on the other hand, gazed softly

He had a direct line to our Moon Goddess and would know what her plans were for me. “I love Gavin and want to remain with him. Sure, the thought of becoming a warrior Goddess sounded grand and something that I definitely would have agreed to earlier, but now I had my mate and wished to remain with him and our two pups. “Gavin, don't let me go,” I said softly and he nodded. “I won't,” he growled and squeezed my hand. As we walked through the trees my mind was filled with information about fighting and unique forms and styles of the art.