Goddesses Greek Novels & Stories

“And didn’t Myra say that our abilities originated from her? That she was Selene’s mother?” “That’s right,” she confirmed. “Thea was a titan Goddess and the mother to both Selene, Goddess of the Moon, and Helios, the God of the Sun. It’s said that, when Helios was killed out of fear of the new generation of Gods, Selene didn’t take the news lightly. She had loved her twin more than anything... and maybe that was too much. Wrought with grief from his death, she then walked to the river he had drowned, the Argyros River, or the Silver Lake as it’s now known, and followed after him to be reborn as a new god of nature.”

"Any-way" continues, almost without taking any breaths. "At the time of the great flood shifters stayed in their animal form and survived the flood the destruction, but God decided he had to create beings that could help him make decisions on what to do with the world he had created and made Hera, the goddess of woman and child birth, Poseidon the god of sea and Athena goddess of war and wisdom.

Laughter shook my chest as I howled, “Lina, don’t go! We were having a moment here! We were bonding!” “Were not!” “Were too, I could feel it! I’m all warm and tingly inside.” “You should probably get that checked out!” The door slammed shut, muffling the rest of her snappy reply. An hour later I found myself sitting at a circular, wooden table surrounded by my sister, mates, and a handful of other deities. There was Dhara, the Goddess of the Earth, seated beside Sephtis, God of Death. To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life.

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

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

He is the son of Zeus and Maia. Demeter : Greek Goddess of agriculture, fertility, sacred law and harvest. She is the sibling of Hades, Zeus, Poseidon, Hera and Hestia and the mother of Persephone. Hephaestus : Greek God of fire, metalworking, forges and the art of sculpture. He is the son of Zeus and Hera and the husband of Aphrodite. ( Most of you must be familiar with the character leo valdez from Heroes of Olympus.) Hestia : Greek Goddess of hearth, home, family, domesticity, architecture and the state. She is a virgin goddess and is the sister of Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Demeter and Hera.

But Lukas told me there is only one mate for everyone. "Hi, I don't think we've met before" I croaked, awkwardly waving at her. The Greek Goddess warmly smiled, her eyes shifting towards my stomach. Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth, the right ordering of domesticity, the family, the home, and the state. So it was natural she would find out about my pregnancy. But she didn't make a move to touch my stomach or anything which I felt relieved at. "Congratulations Queen" "Oh, thank you."

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

"You, Aphrodite, are commanded to bless him with fertile sperm. You are not allowed to avoid pregnancy." "I do not want that disgusting woman ever to have my child!" This was going beyond a punishment. This was torture. Yea, I get that any other man would probably revel in the idea of fucking the Goddess of love and fertility day in and day out until their dick couldn't keep it up anymore, but not me. A murmur spread through the Gods and Goddesses gathered as another, not of our family appeared. We were the Greek pantheon. This woman was of the Roman pantheon.

Somewhere she could clear her mind and focus. She stood with her legs spread. Thrusting her hands forward as if she was praying or offering supplication, she begins chanting the incantation the fates taught her. “From realms entwined, I call your names, Gaia, the earth goddess, Aether, the goddess of light and Hemera the goddess of day. Primordial power, awakened flame. Through the depths of self, my essence frees thee, unleash your powers, let them be”.