Goddess Of Never Not Broken Novels & Stories

Her grandmother seemed mischievous and fun. Nicolas got up from his stool next to Alexi and offered it to Alexi's grandmother, Cordelia. She smiles and takes a seat right next to Alexi. "Now dear let me hold your hands, I will learn what I need to know simply by touch." Cordelia looks lost in her thoughts to the point she looks like she is in a trance. When Cordelia was conscious, she looked at Alexandria and proclaimed, "I know where they are! They are with the Goddess Miseria, she is the Goddess of depression, of the Valley of Despair and lost hopes and dreams, regrets."

' I sigh out of irritation at her ridiculous thoughts. 'We think that Moon Goddess gave them to you guys to teach you both how to power through pain to still remain strong and kind. Like a test of sorts. You don't get to be a warrior of the moon without testing whether she made a good choice in who she chose to take the position.' I think a part of her is hurt that our mate might have been a test, but she quickly shoved down the hurt that was seeping into her voice.

she added, leaving me with her heartfelt advice before walking away. Two broken people finding solace in each other's presence? What nonsense is that? I've convinced myself that no one can fix me. I'm trapped in bitterness and shattered from within. I'd rather stay here than stand beside Jack as his best man, pretending to be happy. "What did she give you?" I inquired, curious about the object Regina held in her hands. With a gentle smile, she presented me with a miniature Athena statue. "She shared a lesser-known fact about Athena. It seems she is not only the goddess of wisdom but also of love, occasionally entrusted with matters of the heart."

And it seemed to satisfy her because the tornado magically dissolved out of nowhere. "I am Mahakali. I am the goddess of destruction and rebirth." Her voice is as thick as exuberant ice. "I uh. don't understand." I am literally confused right now. "You summoned me you foolish mortal." I feel like I'm going to faint any moment from now on. And she has been calling me foolish, goodness!

"Nymeria?" It was like a ripple through my very soul, the sensation of my goddess—a presence so vast and eternal—flooding my consciousness. But this time, the divine energy was not calm and nurturing. It was raw, wild, and torn. Pain lanced through my chest, a searing, unrelenting agony that mirrored the goddess's own torment. The rage was almost tangible, a crackling heat in the air, as if the very earth beneath my feet trembled in response. My heart ached with the goddess's heartbreak, as though every ounce of love and devotion had been shattered, leaving nothing but a hollow, endless sorrow.

Hakan said as he coughed loudly. I raised my eyes in disbelief, and the woman bowed in amusement. She had long, silky brown hair; her face was perfect, and she had purple eyes. Who is she, Becca? She's a freaking living nightmare, the reason they created the prophecies, Becca said cryptically. We need more information. Biel asked agonizingly. She is a goddess banished from the pantheon; she is the goddess of transformation, capable of transforming any kind of magic and energy at her convenience. Her creation was a mistake of nature, so she is never spoken of, Becca said earnestly.

"Then let’s begin." She gestured for Lena to take her place among the circle of runes carved into the earth. The moment Lena sat down, the space around her vibrated as though with some force. Celeste knelt beside her, palm hovering above Lena's heart. "The power of the Moon Goddess is based on your feelings," Celeste said. "That is your hurts, your rage, your love-all of them are the energy. But you have to be careful very much. Once you lose yourself in that then probably will not be better than the creatures we oppose to."

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

I immediately reached for it, but I was still too late. A sharp crack rang in my ears. I dropped to my knees, and the broken pieces cut into my skin. Blood ran down almost instantly, but I barely felt the sting. That bracelet had been the token of love my father gave my mother. She treasured it her whole life. She only removed it when she was lying on her deathbed just to pass it to me. Yet, it was destroyed because of me. I was a horrible daughter. I knelt there, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.

Her eyes sparkled with the same excitement the merchant had. “This place,” I said, and glanced around as the broken statues in the ruins suddenly felt alive. “This belongs to the goddess of chaos and d*****d. You can only sit comfortably on that throne because you’re…” I staggered backwards and fell to my knees. “The goddess, Eris,” I whispered, and she waved dismissively. “Stand up. You’re not allowed to pay homage to me. You belong to my sister, Selene.” “What?” I stared around in confusion and slowly got up. “It’s the way things have been. Some people worship me, some people worship the Moon Goddess. Your mother and her sister did it too.”