Goddess Hunting Manga Novels & Stories

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

A battle might occur at any moment. “The Great Anne Bess of the Crescent Moon,” Lucas greeted in a mocking tone. “You’re a long way from the forest, aren’t ya?” There were gasping whispers and gossip around us. Anne Bess of the Crescent Moon was Artemis’s Brave, the Greek goddess of the hunt. They mentioned her fame as Green Bit’s greatest warrior and winner of the Nightmare Valley Raid. “You’re not welcome here, Green Bits,” one of the Wolf Reign members sneered, yet the Green Bits pressed on while ignoring their heckling remarks.

It finally managed to produce offspring that had the potential to be as strong or stronger than him. Then it looked back at its mate. It felt invigorated to create more. Goddess changes the channel when the two super reptiles start to do the deed. Well, at least it’s exciting down there… She chuckles once more when she finishes surveying the interesting things in Foserense. Now, that’s done… let’s canvas the next person… or persons, I’m going to send there. Now now, who to pick. Before Goddess could view Earth or its many parallel worlds, she feels a pang of pain in her chest.

Just like the condition we made with everyone and right after the Moon Goddess herself intervened as we lost all of our abilities with her threats and only have it back after we signed with our own blood to never harm the Guardian. It wasn't that hard to do, to be honest. Not many of us are greedy with power and are still Giselle is indeed blessed to be chosen to communicate with the Moon Goddess, a true Oracle. However, in exchange for that, she must stay hidden somewhere that no one else would know how to find her with her brother. I didn't ask for more details, only the Lycan King knew more. "That's my decision and it's final." Duke said in a firm voice before he turned his back on my unc

The moon goddess snapped. “I know!” Mallory cried out, the weight of it all crushing her. “Well, do something about it.” The goddess sighed heavily. “Like what!” Mallory screamed at her, anger pushing through. “Mallory, you are the daughter of Nora and Jace. Their power runs through your blood. You are half hunter, half wolf. Dig deep and figure this out.” The goddess yelled back frustrated. The goddess reached forward and with the palm of her hand hit Mallory in the middle of her forehead. An image of her mother in wolf form healing her father’s wounds flashed through her head. She could heal? Mallory thought as her vision cleared.

And why are you constantly being hunted? - This really should have been done a long time ago. The girl spoke softly, turning to face her man. “I couldn't muster up the courage. She smiled nervously, gathering her courage. “I am Tara, goddess of the forests. Don't take us for idiots! Michael yelled at her.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

> "Let me start from the beginning. While Clara ordered for her execution, on the platform as Michelle was about to be executed, the earth shook and all, you remember how the pack members said she died mysteriously, well.... Her aunt approached her… took her to the Vampire realm… and that's where she realized she's not just Michelle. She's a creator—a goddess. Queen Erin." I stopped breathing for a moment. A goddess. A creator. Erin is Michelle. Magnus whimpered inside my chest, distressed. And suddenly… everything made sense. Her aura. Her presence. Her calmness. The instant pull I felt toward her in the meeting hall. The mate bond. "No wonder," I breathed. "She's my mate. I felt it the mom

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze