Goddess Of Never Not Broken Novels & Stories

"You have enslaved them. You have kept them from their true potential. You’ve kept them silent, broken." The High Priestess’s eyes hardened, the disdain in her gaze deepening. "You think you can just take the power back? You think you can restore the Goddess’s power and remake the world in your image? The Moonmark has already been broken. The Goddess left us for a reason. She severed her bond with us. You cannot heal what is beyond repair."

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Her knee-length black hair dropped over her right chest like a drape, the morning breeze lightly plucking at the silky strands as her violet eyes reflected back at her. “I…I’m reborn…?” It was surreal. Yusria didn’t believe in the existence of gods. On the contrary, ever since her pack was attacked by rogues and her parents ruthlessly slaughtered, she had lost faith in the existence of higher beings that defended the weak and provided justice to the wronged.

The other Sisters are tense around us, silently undoing their braids. Their naked bodies glowing in the candlelight scattered throughout the carved stone room. On the walls there is a huge statue of our Mother Goddess — with open arms to welcome us — and statues of the most important Mothers and Sisters. Those who were exceptionally gifted. Until the first, Sonna, there at the altar. She is mentioned in almost all ancient books as “she who was carved by the Goddess”. The first to possess magic in her blood, the gift, the power. It looks scary to me from where I'm sitting, holding a huge bouquet of flowers in one arm and a dagger in the other. The books say that she fought alongside men. They

It didn't help that she had to be trained for a mission while still mourning her parents death. Justin, who had embraced Miranda as she poured her heart out, couldn't control the lone tear that slipped from his eye. It pained him alot to see her breaking down like this. He could feel his heart wrench in pain watching her heartbreaking cries. He couldn't have imagined even in his wildest dreams that the ever emotionless Goddess in his life could show such strong emotions. He was glad that he was here with her but also regretted insisting they come visit gee parents. Maybe if he didn't, she wouldn't be crying her eyes out here.

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

She stands before me, luminous and terrible, her hair flowing like liquid night, her eyes twin full moons burning straight through my soul. I drop to one knee instinctively. “You have come heavy with fear,” she says calmly. “You’re letting her die,” I snarl, lifting my head. “You’re letting Raine fade.” Her gaze sharpens. “I am not the one who broke the balance.” “She’s innocent.” “So was the bond you rejected,” the goddess replies. “So was the girl you cast aside because her blood did not match your ideals.” I clench my fists. “I never hated V for what she is.”

When the light faded, she stood before them not as the pitiful, broken old woman they had first seen, but as a beautiful, radiant, middle-aged goddess, brimming with power. Both Ron and Alaric stared in awe. Nemyra touched her chest, fingers trembling, her eyes wide as she felt her essence pulsing strongly within her. It was now half full, when moments ago she had been nearly empty. Tears welled up in her brilliant blue eyes. “You two… you’re seriously strong believers. I never thought such small prayers, such a small offering, could do this much.” She thought she would need like a million prayers. Turns out she just needed a few from believers with strong faith.

After I'm dressed I follow the Empress the Imperial princesses and my mother out of room the followed by my four ladies in waiting, Lady Marina Filimena a descendant of Aphrodite, Lady Venus Hermia a descendant of Hermes, Lady Akino Solana a descendant of Apollo and Lady Caroline Solana Akino's twin sister they are also doubling as my bridesmaids while the two Imperial Princesses are my flower girls Behind my ladies in waiting are my imperial guards, Lady Myla Smati and Lady Melia Veta, descendants of Athena, Lord Clovis Ludwig and Lord Evander Murdock, descendants of Ares, Lady Vendetta Shivani, a descendant of Hades, and Lady Thea Rose, a daughter of Gaia, which is very rare Gaia is the Go

Chapter 21. Success Bright POV. If someone asks if anyone has ever seen a god, i would say i have seen one. In flesh and blood. For others he may be a human, a mere human, but for me, i can never put him at a place of a human. He is far above. He is a god himself. Selfless. Loving. Caring. Gentle.