Goddess Of Never Not Broken Novelas e Histórias

“And brave.” Her gaze shifts to Kieran. “And you,” she says softly. “Still breaking laws.” He inclines his head. “Someone has to.” She tries to stand. She fails. Pain flashes across her face, sharp and humiliating. The gods laugh. Look at you. Unmade. Dependent. My power surges. Hot. Angry. “Don’t,” I warn them. They do not listen. The Goddess exhales slowly. “I am fractured,” she admits. “My core was split. My essence scattered.”

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.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

"Not someone broken." The word hit me like a physical blow. Broken. "I'm not broken," I said but my voice sounded small, unconvincing even to my own ears. "Aren't you though?" Gamma Ruth stepped forward, her grey hair pulled back tight, with her face as hard as stone "Nineteen years old and never shifted. The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, child." The crowd was watching, waiting, and anticipating what next Damon shifted his weight. "Ruth, enough."

They earned nothing except pain. Broken hearted. Cheated. Fell out of love. Toxic relationship. However, I want to take risk and live by my name. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war. Along with fear of getting hurt and broken is the hope that maybe the world with its viciousness and cruelness, a little kindness might overthrow it.

I whisper out. I had fallen to sit on my knees looking down, tears falling from my eyes. I feel two soft hands on my shoulders and she pulls me up. “Dear child, you are not broken, scarred yes, but not broken. A broken person doesn’t care about anything, they dong feel love and they don’t fear losing it. You are not broken, not completely. Not more than u can be repaired. Question is, will you let your mate help you?” I look into the shining silver eyes belonging to the moon-goddess. I can see she mean every word she just spoke. As I stand there two wolf souls come over to the moon-goddess and me. I see the moon-goddess smile and scratch their ears.

a voice said from the darkness. We spun around. Nyx stood there. In the Void. Impossible. The Void was supposed to be protected. "How did you..." Erebus started. "I'm a goddess too, nephew." She smiled. Cold. Cruel. "Did you really think your little realm could keep me out?" "You can't be here," I said. Power building inside me. "This is sacred space." "Was sacred space." She waved her hand. The Void cracked. Shattered. "Until I broke it."

So far so good, it was a happy ending for most. For Natalia and Marvis, well, it was better to call them Nataroth and Egerth. It would take them both 500 years to be able to gain their souls and bodies back. Natalia retained her name and became the original goddess of creation. Since she technically never lived as a mortal as she was never born, she couldn't be called an ascended god. Marvis became the original god of the mountains and a symbol of freedom, hope and prosperity for non-human races. Since he never existed as a mortal as he was never born, he also qualified as an original god.

Now, they are in a quandary because Giselle and Marcus have no other offspring besides Arnanta. "Then I heard rumors of a prophecy that a goddess of mixed blood would come to save my people," he explains. "A goddess? Why is she called a goddess?" the girl asked curiously. "Because she was born of mixed blood. According to my people's beliefs, a person born to a wolf nation and a pure human is a goddess and a god. One day she will save the two nations from the cruelty of the vampires," he said. "Was there ever a goddess in the kingdom before?" Brizella was getting excited to ask.

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.