Godess Valeria Novels & Stories

she said which was the same thing she told Valeria. "Oh great one, we need not to cross, but please, I have a question." "Okay, what's the question? I do not have much time to spare given you are not passing through," she responded. "I'm here to protect Valeria, the lycan princess, is she in any harm, a man wants to kill her," I completed saying. "She's safe, and the man you seek isn't here anymore." the goddess answered and disappeared. It was good to know that I didn't need to worry about her well-being as she was in Donbule. She was I'm safe hands

In their place were swirling pools of abyssal blue—the exact same color as the sniper's anti-magic bullet. "Valeria is sleeping, Alpha," a voice slithered from her lips. It wasn't her voice. It was layered, ancient, and distinctly masculine. "She is a remarkably resilient vessel. Do you know how easy it is to possess a mother who is grieving? Ten years ago, she begged any god to cure her dying son. The Lycan Goddess ignored her. But the Abyss... the Abyss always answers." I stepped forward, the First Crown manifesting as a faint, starlight halo above my head. "Who are you?"

Valerie looked around the familiar building as she tried to find the image that usually emit such bright light around the forest. “Valerie.” The voice called again and she turned to look at who had called her, it was strange this time because the moon goddess had a strand of tear in her eyes streaming down her face. “Oh my goodness, why are you crying?” Valerie sprinted over to her and just then the goddesses legs felt weak and she fell on Valerie’s arms. “What happened to you?” Valerie asked again as she stared at the goddess’ blue eyes and she could see herself, it was as though she was taking a trip down memory lane as she stared at the possibility of what might eventually happen to her.

“Your Majesty, what a pleasant—” Melissa gripped my hand and gasped. “What—What are you doing here?” I looked at her in confusion but followed her gaze instead. My eyes popped out of its sockets. Standing next to the King was none other than Valeria herself. “Valeria?” Before I knew it, Melissa growled and launched forward, her claws elongated as she aimed it at Valeria. “How dare you come back here!” Within seconds, several of the Lycan Guards stood in front of His Majesty and Valeria, creating a fortified wall between them and Melissa’s deadly claws.

She was tall, pale, with short silver hair and a smile like a razor. “Selene,” she purred. “You brought me gifts.” Selene smirked. “Only one is for you. The other watches.” Gabriel’s pulse thundered in his ears. Which one of them was being traded? The silver-haired woman—Mistress Valeria—walked a slow circle around them. Her boots clicked softly on the floor. Her perfume was like smoke and blood. “I haven’t broken in a new toy in months,” she said. “Which one is mine?”

I said, eyes fixed on the towering columns, “Hathor. She’s the goddess of love, beauty, music… pleasure.” A dry laugh escaped me. “Fitting, isn’t it?” I added with just a hint of sarcasm. “The goddess of love—and here we are. Two experts in the art of bickering.” I tilted my head, studying the carvings with a bitter sort of fascination. Then he looked at me. “So, Valentina… Do you mind showing mercy to me? Just this once?” he said with that icy-cool charm that always managed to melt past my defenses. ”I don’t want to spend my day arguing with you…”

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 7: The Secret He Should Never Have Spoken. ​The courtyard of the High Temple was suffocatingly still, with the strong scent of ozone and spilled black blood hanging heavily in the air. ​Vaelor stood over Nysera, his lips twisted into a sneer of absolute triumph as he gazed down at her battered, hollow form. He was drunk on victory, utterly convinced he had escaped every consequence of his actions.

Valeria rushed the women. “Yes, my lady.” Valeria checked on Patricia. She had fainted. Valeria looked at Gadriel with a smile of dignity. Without moving a single finger against Gadriel to provoke pain to Amelia, she was going to suffer. And it could be good that Patricia died once and for all. ***********