Goddess Of Ice Novels & Stories

"You specifically descend from Goddess Kheimon, the Goddess of Winter." My breath caught. Goddess of Winter? The ice on my hand. The way I never seemed to feel the cold. The visions. The dreams. Everything suddenly made sense.

My patroness stood before me, ells tall like the wall around Asgard, as icy as the snow itself. The As goddess Skadhi, lady of the hunt, winter and skis, with her white wolves stood sentinel over me, and I knew it a familiar dream. Skadhi was the ancient patroness of my mama Aslaugh's Northern Cunningfolk tribe, the Isa. Known for her icy demeanor, wry humor, and frosty dominion, she was unparalleled among huntresses, and always made sure I knew it, too. She grew up saying she had hunted my soul from the Maroon Sea, and claimed me as her mead dark priestess, just as she had mama years before.

The mowngry tugged at the sleeves of his dress, urging him to come. The golden-haired maiden turned towards Khailis’ direction. “I think we’ve got company.” Feeling a little embarrassed for hiding herself even though she did not mean to, Khailis was about to emerge from behind the tree. She looked around for Gavil, but he had already walked before her towards the golden-haired maiden, bowing down his feline head. “Greetings to the celestial gods of the earth, God Templar and Goddess Freya!” Goddess Freya was in reference to Shia, so this maiden-like divinity must be God Templar - The God of Fire and Sun?! But, how can the fiery Fire God look so... womanly?

In the coming war, they were lucky to have Corey on thier side. She remembered the day he was born. Red eyes and black writings along his arms and legs. The devil's spawn that's what he was. However, by some miracle the sun goddess was able to neutralize some if the negative power. Of course, she was the goddess of peace, growth and warmth afterall. The water was calm now, purposefully moving the ship at an average speed. It was almost impossible to travel to another realm by sea because of the bitterness of the waters but thankfully, Corey was with them.

Where divine choirs used to rise, now chains clinked, and the scent of burning grace hung heavy in the air. At the heart of this fractured realm sat Luna, the Moon Goddess, her silver hair cascading like a river of frost, eyes gleaming with cold light. Her throne a monument of moonstone and shadow, veins of silver light running through its surface like frozen lightning. Where the Creator’s seat had once burned with the golden warmth of creation, Luna’s gleamed with pale perfection, beautiful, yet utterly cold, its radiance hollow of life.

to represent both the intimate nature of their relationship and their shared agricultural duties. In her role as Queen of the Underworld, she was known by many titles, including “The Pure One,” “The Venerable One,” and “The Great Goddess.” It is likely that she was given these names because she was feared by humans who knew her to be a ruler of the Underworld. The greater (and nicer) a name a god or goddess received, the more likely they were to be feared. The names were thought to appease the feared gods and goddesses in some way.

Anna thought while stunned. Anna, who is called the Goddess of a thousand mammoths because of her extraordinary strength. Devora, on the other hand, is called the Soul Goddess because of her beauty and ability to remove souls from the bodies of others. By using her black power. She can instantly destroy the soul of anyone she touches or paralyze it, so that her victim's body will be unable to move. She can also move around to different places like a ghost so others call her Ghost princess. They were the two goddesses who had been the left and right hands of one of the powerful kings of their time, and they had been faithful and wonderful when it came to carrying out the orders of superiors.

Marcus droned on. “Where do the werewolves come in?” Xena asked impatiently. “And what was the name of the Goddess?” I asked. “During the golden age, she was known as Angrboda.” Marcus answered. “But in the modern times such as ours we call her Selene. She took the God of Dreams as her lover and consort.” “So, the black cloud swirling around her is the God of Dreams?” I asked as I peered closer to the picture. “Yes, he is our celestial Father,” Marcus nodded.

“Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.” I pause and look around into the eyes of everyone in the room. “Melinoë, Cruel Goddess of Torture, courier of pain, I call on you. I summon this God and these Goddesses to my side. With a balance of love, light and dark in my heart, I summon you. With intentions pure and purpose true. I, Luna Regent Goddess Iokaste Mason, Daughter

I’ll protect you. The chemistry between the three of them tightened painfully. Love. Trust. Betrayal. None of it simple anymore. Icarra descended into the chamber alone. The moment her feet touched the stone floor, the doors slammed shut behind her, darkness swallowed everything, then silver light exploded around her. A female figure appeared. Tall. Ethereal. Beautiful beyond comprehension. The Moon Goddess. Icarra fell to one knee instinctively, the goddess approached slowly, silver eyes identical to Icarra’s studied her carefully.