Goddess Gift Novels & Stories

His gift is the spark that will ignite your body and open the doors to your full potential. Reed hangs his head. "Do not be sad. I love you so much, Reed.” “I also love you very much, my best friend and companion. I don’t know how I’m going to live without having you with me.” The goddess listens to everything and is moved. She has an epiphany. Reed, I'm going to give you a gift that no werewolf has ever received before—a gift for you and your wolf. Reed looks at the Goddess with a sad look.

“I’m not back to work full time, but this can’t wait.” “Yeah,” The other woman chuckles. “Um, this is a lot more than we were expecting, but we’ll do what we can to assist.” “Marybeth and Elisa will work on the thank you cards. They have a good start on getting things organized. Have a seat. Here is what I need from you.” I motion to the chairs and loveseat closest to me. I explain my idea of ramping up the scale of the Goddess Foundation and using the gifts as donations. The gifts that are from couture designers can get added to an auction or resale event to raise money for the foundation. “How fast can we make this happen?”

Then she stood up and placed a painting of the moon Goddess in my basket. “I don't…” before I could deny, she shook her head. “It's a gift from me. May your love thrive under the blessings of the moon goddess.” She gave her blessings for us. It sounded so beautiful. I smiled, trying to hide my tears. “Thank you! It's the nicest thing I have ever received. I'll cherish it forever.” I replied, looking at the painting. It was quite beautiful. With the Moon goddess bathing in the silver light of the Moon.

“I’ll spare you the details and share the important bits. “The Goddess sees your scars,” she’s looking at my mother now, “and those of your friends. So much was put on your shoulders to carry, literally the weight of the world. In thanks, the She has allowed your gifts to pass to your children. Not all, but some.” “I don’t understand.” Mom mumbles. “That’s never happened before.”

Karamea had said that her Goddess gift was a sense of humor, but it seems that her augmented gift is to build near immediate trust with someone, easily breaking down their walls and making them tell her things they wouldn’t normally. But what Sandra has to say blows everything else out of the water. “I already knew that my Goddess gift was luck. Apparently, the Goddess augmented that to mean that my gift will extend to battle. I can’t die from any injuries sustained in battle or while protecting others.” “How do you know that?” Brandon asks, astounded.

I can’t even process the weird things happening right now, and nobody else seems to think it's weird. But it’s totally weird. “Well if I’m weird honey you are too! So, here it is. Our line is a direct descendant of the Goddess herself. She can’t exactly be everywhere, watching everyone all the time. The gift doesn’t go to everyone, cause obviously not everyone can handle it,” she says, snapping at the end and pointing her finger back at my brothers. Then she wiggles it and laughs. My jaw falls, and I drop to my knees in front of her. My hand moves to my birthmark.

He just waits. “The Goddess came to me,” I say, lacing my words with reverence, a touch of awe. “She said she cannot interfere directly… but she can offer me a gift.” Marcus doesn’t move, but I can feel him watching every flicker of emotion on my face, every twitch of Theo’s. “A gift?” Theo whispers, voice tight. I let the silence linger, let it stretch just long enough to snap tension across the table like a drawn wire. Then I drop my bomb.

“You are his only mate – I am not so generous with my gifts as you might think me. I don’t know what sparked his magic – probably puberty, or something like that. All of your mates are only mated to you. They are my gift! Enjoy them.” When she pulls away I wipe briskly at my face with my wrist, wiping away the fast tears of relief that sprung to my eyes. “Okay,” I say, nodding and sniffing, looking down at my feet. “Th…thank you.” “Oh, I do like you, little girl,” the Goddess says with a graceful sigh, drawing my eyes back to her face. “You are living up to your promise. Now. Get those marks.” She points a willowy finger at me and gives me – of all things – a cheeky wink.

“Well, that’s interesting. Would I be able to read that?” “I’ll have it translated,” Henry says nodding, “and sent to you as soon as possible.” “And what were some of the ‘gifts’ the Dark God has given?” Sinclair asks, his voice heavy and dubious on the word “gift.” “He doesn’t give everyday gifts like the Goddess does – her interests have always been more domestic, for lack of a better word. She deals with the heart and the home – assigning mates, healing the body, changing the weather to ensure good crops.” He nods to Cora and I as he lists our gifts and I turn my head, because he’s right – while Cora and I have used them in much different ways, they do seem to be gifts that could be used

A woman approached us and bowed down, deep, holding out a handful of jewerly that I’d purchased from the gift shop. “My goddesses,” she said. “Your dinner awaits.” “Goddesses?” Dakota asked. “You mean…” “Yes, Dakota,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. “For the next few hours, we are all goddesses.”