Greek God Names Female นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

Her voice was pleasant as well—though her words were not. “What is a boy of the gods doing here?” The male fire giant merely glanced at her indifferently, saying nothing more. “I’m a girl,” Frigg replied, a nameless anger burning inside her. Someone this unpleasant had to be her father’s mistress. “Hey, take your daughter Lind away from our home. My father already has my mother. My mother is Nótt, the goddess of the night.”

From this, he forged an army, hearts burning with anger and hatred, all bent to his command. Believing that women could never match his strength, Mahishasura did not see himself as cruel. In his eyes, punishing the Moon Readers and others who defied him was justice, necessary to safeguard the order he understood. Yet the male gods, threatened by his power, conspired to strip him of it. They combined their energies, harnessing Usha’s light, into a single female warrior, Durga, arrogantly assuming a woman could challenge him. Each god’s weapon was offered as though their collective might could compensate for the strength they feared he had been given. Mounted upon a tiger, Durga embodied raw p

“Zane says you are my mate too.” Dean chokes on his sip of coffee, his eyes flickering towards the beta Zane briefly before landing back on me. “Yes I am, don’t you feel it?” He asks. “I like your smell.” I say, “but I never knew people had dated mates, I’ve only ever known them being chosen.” “They are chosen in a way!” Eve interrupts, her voice high and sweet. “The moon goddess pairs us with those who she deems worthy.” “I am worthy of an alpha and a beta?” I ask, unsure how it all works.

Their names are Clotho (Spinner), Lachesis (Allotter), and Atropos (Inflexible). Moirai, also spelled Moirae or Mœræ Ancient Greek: Μοῖραι, "lots, destinies, apportioners"), often known in English as the Fates (Latin: Fata), are the incarnations of destiny; their Roman equivalent are the Parcae (euphemistically the "sparing ones"), and there are other equivalents in cultures that descend from the Proto-Indo-European culture. Their number became fixed at three: Clotho ("spinner"), Lachesis ("allotter") and Atropos ("the unturnable", a metaphor for death).

I ask incredulously. “Enyo? That’s your wolf’s name?” She asks, and I respond with a nod. “The waster of cities… Interesting…” Luna Rachel trails off, a faraway look coming across her face. She then stands abruptly and heads over to the bookshelf in the office. “You know, in Greek mythology, Athena and Enyo were both daughters of Zeus. However, Enyo was a goddess of war and destruction, bringing fear to anyone against her on the battlefield. While Athena was a goddess of both wisdom and war, among other things. Almost like the opposite of what Enyo represented, and she was even feared by Enyo’s lover, Ares…” Luna Rachel trails off again as she flips through a book, looking for something.

Sonya slowly made her way to where the mood goddess was standing. “Yes, moon goddess I am.” Sonya stated. Selene then took a dagger off her waist and made a slit on her forearm and Sonya’s. She held them together and said “I, Selene the moon goddess, do bestow the power for my goddess pendant to you Sonya Myers soon-to-be-Turner, to be its protector and in doing so be able to use the power from the pendant, when necessary, in the course of that protection. Do you accept Sonya Myers?”

Just as the fire caught and burnt brightly, the woods popped and smoke rose furiously, clouding her eyes and prompting quick tears. At the sight of the enormous smoke, Raine panicked, knowing what was coming. The fire sizzled and died down. “Hell, no,” she muttered in exasperation. They were out to get her. “The goddess has rejected our sacrifice.” The wolves cried. Dina stepped through the crowds and stood next to Raine. “This stand-in has angered the moon goddess. She fell from her chair and embraced the ground. She has brought down the wrath of the moon goddess upon us.” People hummed in agreement, rocking their heads.

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.

I turned back to the rest of them. The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen stared back at me, with a warm smile. She had white hair, emerald eyes, and pale beige skin. She wore a white dress. "Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty." She spoke with a tender voice. Another had dark hair, grey eyes. She wore a black basic bandeau. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, she was also beautiful. "You're?" I asked curiously. "Athena." "Ohh" I exclaimed. " The one who cursed Medusa."