Goddess Of Never Not Broken Novels & Stories

They were clearly much more than friends! "Did you know that gods are able to sense pride?" the True Goddess asked. She was clearly not fishing for an answer because she continued her statement right away. "Well, your heart seemed unbreakable, and that is what drew me in. You see, to gods like us who have lived for so long nothing is more entertaining than breaking an unbreakable spirit." The True Goddess then lifted her hand and summoned a white mist. The white mist swiftly congealed into a mirror cloud that was as refined as the most exquisitely crafted mirrors.

OA can react, I did not say the exact length of the year. I grabbed his arm to continue walking because we stopped for a minute due to his shock, "Yes" I nodded. "Veona is proud, it took years but she still hasn't been able to apologize. Little by little the people of Mythogaia forgot about Veona being the Goddess of the Moon, she became a goddess because of Nephente right? That means if no one believes her existence she'll lose her power and will be a mortal again." A mortal who will possess a curse.

Madison instructed. Bethany followed her instruction. Madison allowed her claws to come out and laid them carefully on Bethany’s neck. The sharp, semi-curved tips grasped at the back of her neck while her thumb nail came to the pulse on the right side of Bethany’s throat. I leaned forward. No one had seen one of these spells in centuries. At least, no one who was permitted to reveal it. “We invoke the Morrigan. The triple goddess. The shapeshifting goddess. Goddess of war, fate, and kings. Join us here to observe the oath of this child.” Madison spoke sternly and with authority.

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”

And even if it does work out, I’m not sure they’ll ever get over hating me. I mutter a prayer to Deskar, who is the god of everything. Maybe I should stop praying to Deskar and pray to specific gods who are charged with specific duties. Maybe Deskar is already overwhelmed with everyone's prayers. Syraeth is the goddess of tangled faith, hope, and change. Henceforth, my prayers will be directed to her. Maybe she’ll have mercy on me when nothing else seems willing to work.

“Katarina is trained and well-versed in being a high-ranking mate. Yet the moon goddess decided to give me a woman who has been broken so many times.” “The moon goddess never makes a mistake, though,” Ryne adds as the door opens, and there stands Chelsea and Kemira.

"I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life." All I wanted was to keep her happy and I knew she wasn't. For the first time since I've met her, I am in this moment seeing that she's been broken and bent into millions of pieces since she's been here. I always knew there was more to her. I knew something happened that hurt her but I would have never expected it to be this deep and life-altering.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

I could see the question marks in his eyes behind those lean glasses. “Well, I never asked you. Do you know anything about the Goddess? Like anything special? Anything unique or…” I stopped. It wasn’t easy at all. It was damn hard. Viviana urged me to enquire. She didn’t tell me what to ask exactly. I never thought I would question the Gods. I never felt the need to. Since the day werewolves are born, they are taught that Moon Goddess is the Holy and divine power. She is a mother, a nurturer, and a power source. She blesses everyone with happiness and mates.

Danica POV “There is a new movie out this Friday. Want to go with me?” Grace sat her books on the lab table. It was Tuesday and she was on day two of a strike from her boyfriend. I got the idea from her invite, she might be in it for the long game. “It’s a new Tomb Raider, I think.” She said looking through her phone for the name of the movie. Every few weeks we received at least two new movies in our small theater. I remember when the first Tomb Raider came out. My grandmother took me to see it. She always loved a good action movie and she loved a strong female lead.