Goddess Of War Novels & Stories

The people in this world is adoring the existence of the goddess Athena, the goddess of war. They believe that magic is bestowed by Her Grace as a gift for her followers to survive the harsh wars in the past. Athena’s statue is built in the middle of the busy plaza of the most famous and secure town in the whole continent, Snowflake Town.

 Raekav stone MY EYES SNAPPED open forcefully. The vision I just had now was in no way settling. It was scary and toe curling. In every way possible, this was a warning of what was to come. The war that would decide the fate of the three realms under my mother's control. If the enemy should win this battle against my mom, the other goddesses would step in to defeat this Luciana and whoever could defeat her would take the three realms under her control thereby taking away the title of 'goddess' from my mom. This would also rip some of her powers away.

Alice answered after a while. "So you weren't with Alastair then ... " Nick and I have known Alice for a long time. There are only a few Valkyries in this world, maybe around fourteen, maybe less. No one knows for sure. Valkyrie is the goddess of war who lived for hundreds of years, they were born from human parents or Volder. No one knows how someone could be chosen and born into this world as a Valkyrie. Many of us wanted the power of the Valkyries and hunted them down, but of course nothing worked. In the first place, the chances of encountering a Valkyrie were extremely slim ... perhaps seven billion versus fourteen? Second, nothing can beat them. Valkyrie

The air was filled with dust and dirt. It was as if the ground had been destroyed from the inside out. Cries of anguish could be heard as the dust began to clear. People were coughing, spilling out blood from broken bones and bruised bodies. “I AM ELEKTRIS!” the goddess shone through the wreckage, “GODDESS OF WAR AND DEATH! AND YOU WILL ALL BEND TO MY WILL!” She found Viper who had just managed to get from under a pile of dirt. Viper was struck in the side and rolled, sprawling on the dirt.

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.

And just like that, the woman known to the entire world as the War God became someone's wife. ***END***

At seventy-three, her physical body was fragile, requiring Zane’s constant presence, but in the grid, she was a titan. Grandmaster, Aria’s voice hummed in my mind, a gentle ripple across the dark water. Chosen, I transmitted, my psychic voice heavy with the guilt of what I was about to ask the world to do. I broke the peace. We have to fight again. I expected disappointment. I expected the woman who had sacrificed everything to end the wolf wars to mourn the return of violence. Instead, I felt a wave of profound, maternal warmth.

The mighty don't notice the small. Elena said nothing. Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.”

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

“It didn’t matter. She just wouldn’t tell me.” “I am the Goddess of Wisdom and War,” I gasped loudly. She was my favorite. She was so smart and a woman, she could go into battle and beat all sorts of people up. My eyes felt they would fall out of my head and land at my feet. “Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and War?” She nodded, smiling. “You were my favorite! You are so smart! You also specialize in practical reason and looking at things from every angle, even in just every day's speech!” Athena smiled, her hand petting my head.