Goddess Karina Novels & Stories

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

"We were really close growing up. What if this is the only chance I'll get to save her too? She's just misguided and focused on the wrong thing. Has she even considered the possibility that you're not her mate when she eventually shifts?" "I think she really believes Alpha Aiden is her mate." Karah added. "One of khalene's greatest powers was the power of illusions. She can create thoughts in your head and make you believe things that aren't real. She used that in the past to find the stone of Divinity. She almost got her hands on it but for the timely intervention of the gods." "It took the involvement of the gods to stop her then?" "She used black magic and made a pact with the underworld,

Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

"Don't you dare call my name, you good-for-nothing bitch! I should have known your presence here would be nothing short of trouble. Do you know the kind of person Simon is? He would never cheat, let alone spend time with a lowlife like you. What did you do to him? What did I ever do to you, Kara? Haven't you done enough? After everything you put me through when you had the power. You still keep causing trouble and hurting others when you are powerless. You do not deserve to be here. Someone like you shouldn't be allowed to be among good people like us. The goddess must have created you to only bring misfortune with you wherever you go!" "That's enough, Selena!" I cautioned, feeling distorted

I kicked open the double doors to the inner chamber, and I found her right where I expected, slouched in her father’s parlor like she still ruled it. Silk robe, half undone, one bare leg curled under her, face dirty with smeared make-up and a bottle dangling from her fingers. Karina Corradi. Once who was meant to be the queen of this empire…was now the queen of nothing. She blinked slowly at the door, unfocused. “Took you long enough, Nico…” She slurred, then laughed, but it was a hollow, broken sound.

She travels day and night, looking for people to help, and every time she do so, she earned herself a disciple in which she thought through spiritual training, enhancing not /olny/ only the mind but also disciplines a Wielder’s soul. Just like the first item, Karina had folded some parchment to give space for her low-key sketches that were way too good to be true. This time, it was featuring a long-necked lady with downturned eyes with a heart-shaped face. Her lips were pouty, making her look like an overage child.

I held my knees tighter, trying to put as much distance as I could between myself and them. "Very clever." Mama said in a voice that wasn't hers. "Indeed. She is full of potential. Like you always bragged." Kara answered. In a voice that didn't sound like hers. "I'm Luna." Mama said. "Hestia." Kara replied. " We could not show you our real forms. It would upset a lot of things. Especially as you are not meant to be here." Luna, Goddess of the moon and Hestia, Goddess of Fire. How was that even possible?

After a moment, the door swings open to reveal a woman who instantly commands attention despite her unassuming appearance. Karina appears to be in her mid-forties, with streaks of premature silver in dark hair pulled back in a practical braid. Her most striking feature is her eyes, the exact color of the black granite surrounding her home—not merely dark but possessing depth that seems to absorb light rather than reflect it. She wears simple clothing suited to healing work, with numerous pouches attached to a belt around her waist. "So," she says without greeting, "the prince sent you to soften me up. At least he had the sense to send another healer rather than some royal diplomat with empty

Karina. She had spent most of the night dancing with Zack. It shouldn't have troubled him, yet it affected him more than he anticipated. He reminded himself he was present for business, to supervise the merger of Grayson Holdings with the Davis conglomerate. Feelings, particularly when they're misapplied, didn’t belong in his existence. However, Karina was not simply any individual. She was a flame ensconced in grace, gentle around the contours but resolutely autonomous, akin to moonlight dancing on a keen edge.

"We only believed her because she mentioned things only Michelle would know—like the last conversation you all had. She told us exactly what she said before going to the human world." I scoffed. "So? And that's enough for you?" Kate frowned. "Micha… she's not just 'someone'. She's the creator of the Goldren race. A goddess. A princess of the Vampire Realm. Why would a person of such status lie about being Michelle? What would she gain?" She had a point. I hated that she had a point. "Maybe she just wants to use Michelle's identity to get close to us," I muttered. Zaki snorted. "And who exactly are we that a goddess needs to deceive us? Think, Micha. Don't let your unstable emotions make you