Novel & Cerita Goddess Karma

God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise. I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those p**n sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

she told Jamie. “Ah! I’ll definitely flaunt it to my followers! Hey! Let me follow you on your social media accounts.” Kristel agreed, and she gave Jamie her I***a account. The latter was surprised when she recognized the account. “Oh, my gosh! You are a designer named Moirae?” Moirae or Moirai was the goddess of Fate. Although her marriage didn’t end happily ever after. But her divorce led her fate to fulfill her dream, which is designing wedding gowns.

It crackles and swirls as I see it glow brightly and I pull it forward, holding my hands out in front of me as I direct it into my palms. “I Gaia Williams, the wolf Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. Call upon the gods to lend me your power to grant me the permission to save your friend, my aunt, and our Moon Goddess. I forgive you, Selene, for everything you have done.” I open my eyes as the light grows in my palms. Selene opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.

Chapter 54 Unknown POV “Once upon a time there were two Goddesses one the Goddess of Light her name was Larmata, and the Goddess of darkness called Daria. The Goddess of light had the power to create light and weaken darkness. The Goddess of light loved everyone and wanted to live happily among humans. She was loved by all humans and praised for her kindness. The more humans praised her the stronger she became.

Amber started as she tilted her head left to right in an unsure way. " There's a God of Love?!" Manor choked out through a cough. " I heard of Zagerust God of curiosity, Givendale God of peace, Asil Luna Goddess of Healing, Lexi Bathory God of Virtue, Exinious God of War and Helder God of Knowledge but not Rhane..." I listed all the gods on one hand but failed to recall this Rhane. " You're forgetting about Misaki." Manor barked. " What is she, god of again?" Terrius wondered out loud.

She never told me about the reason but an intellectual human being can already figure out the answers to those questions, She doesn't want me to be tied to a blurry future with her. The phrase means Salutations to the divine kali, she's the Goddess of rebirth in Hindu, and she grants wishes if you're deserving of them. I asked myself oftentimes if I am really deserving of what the universe can offer? Katherine was the meaning of life, for me. Then she left, and everything starts to look dull and ugly. "The papers are at your desk hun," my co-worker tapped my shoulder as she went to close the door, I uttered thanks in a small voice, and silence eloped the room. the silence that I am comfortab

“That would make you the perfect goddess I guess.” She thought to herself, Yes! And I would make you so happy. He interrupted her thoughts. “Those female desires will soon be opened up like a flower blossom when you engage in the sacred mate bond rite with your mate Anna.” He whispered. Hating the idea of him not being her mate. After all, she has a Moon Goddess bloodline. There were two possibilities, hers may be a god or royal werewolf.

Damon “Misha is the Goddess of Fortune or Misfortune if you cross her. She alone can decide the fate of any being at any moment in time across all known realms. She is why we had laws in place because such power can corrupt and destroy all,” Clotho explains. Misha shakes her head no, “But I'm not that way.” Clotho smiles, “True, which is a blessing in itself.” “She still could become corrupt,” Atropos sneers.

She was the only one who kept me sane over the long hundred years. I finally turned to the answer of my existence. My beloved, the one who gives life to the people, free them from their mindful restrictions, nudging them to push far if even for a one step. Amara, the goddess of Hope. Chaos and Hope goes hand in hand. Or I used to think that. After the chaos, hope blooms. That the cycle of the life, that were the roles assigned to us at least. She gestured me to come closer and I comply without any reason. We talked whole night. I do all the talking. I told her everything and anything which had occurred to me over the centuries and she just listened to me silently.

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.