Greek Goddess Hair Novels & Stories

He looked like what I would imagine a Greek god looked like… sexy and sinful. “Done ogling me?” He asked, his voice washing over me like waves at a beach. “I am sorry… I…” I sputtered, glancing away. “You blush beautifully” He commented. I reddened some more, not knowing if he was mocking or complimenting me. Why was I suddenly feeling hot? The alcohol… yes, it had to be. “Georgia, goddess of love.” “What?” I questioned. “The Norse goddess of love and beauty… surely you must know her”

I haven’t worn anything this daring in my life. My hair, usually tied in a tight ponytail or braided out of convenience, flows around my shoulders in soft waves. Thessaly had insisted on weaving tiny threads of silver into the strands, catching the light with every movement. A crescent-moon clip holds one side in place, revealing a sharp cheekbone and a single, deliberate curl. “You look like a goddess,” Thessaly whispers, a smile tugging at her lips. “Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.”

He hanged up and I placed my phone back on the couch. "You're still here?" Hera's small voice came from behind. He turned to look at her. She had changed her clothes and was putting on a light flair gown with spaghetti straps. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun as usual. She doesn't wear her hair down. He doesn't know why but she simply refuses to. She always prefers her hair ties up in a up do. She looked too beautiful. Too beautiful to eat. Just watching her has his dick twitching in his trousers. Her fair skin was as bright as the morning sun rising from the east.

CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE. A young lady who shone so brightly was sitting on a white chariot. Her silky long flowing hair is beautified with a moon shaped crown. The silver dress that she wore illuminated her surroundings as her body radiated the moonlight. She was Rhea, the moon goddess. In front of her laid a Lycan with a very muscular body marred with newly bad bruises and batters. His eyes were like a substitute of blood, very red tinted with rage and spite.

We would be doing some after wedding pictures, some would be on horse back, while riding and some off. On Jess’s head sat a breathtaking crown in gold intricate designs of interwoven vines. It’s leaves were made from emeralds and carefully crafted flowers of pinks and reds could be seen. A white sheer Greek styled dress graced her body, a slit at the left side. A sliver of gold vines were wrapped from her ankle up to her thigh to disappear under the split. Her upper arms had on snakes that boasted blood red eyes. Golden arrow earrings pointed from the top of her ears to the bottom. Her feet were bare but her toes were adorned with golden rings and at her right ankle peeked a gold anklet. She

When the eyes of the Goddess opened again, she faced a face full of expectations and fear – the troubled face of Kalias. "Aynur…," he called her as if he feared she wouldn't respond, and in the mind of the poor creature with platinum hair, a flood of memories and sensations emerged. It was as if thousands of lives were united. Thousands of phenomena enveloped her in an endless ocean. "Ah...," the Goddess grumbled. "My head hurts." Kalias' eyebrows furrowed in confusion - after all, it was not common for a goddess to feel pain, but with a sigh, the platinum-haired one stood up.

" Rhadamanthus laughed as he ascended, he struck down instantly and as it was seen, two others, one by his right and the other by his left. One of the two, most precisely, the one on the right side of Rhadamanthus, had long flawless hair which was gold, thin eyes and a well crafted nose. And the other, the one on the left side of Rhadamanthus was watered down in terms of beauty. He looked young but had less features relating to men. He had no nose and his ears were long facing strictly backwards. "You desire to breed a war between the greek and men." "We both know how this will end and I desire not to kill a god, as you call yourselves."

I commented, glancing around to see Melite’s honey locks were just as bad and Andomache’s curls had escaped the braid and seemed to have doubled in size. Demoleon looked around and started to laugh. “Oh wow, he’s right. You girls look like Medusa! Especially you, Andromache.” he laughed. “Rude.” Andromache snorted, shoving her cousin as she got up. “It'll be fine. We can brush our hair. We should also all take baths.” Melite shrugged, using her hands to try and force her hair into place.

"You will tend to your fields after our return." The woman, whose blonde head was crowned with chaplets of corn, was Demeter - goddess of the cornfield, mistress of planting and harvesting, and lady of the fertile earth. With only a clap of her hands, the grapes sprung forth along the low lines of the arbor and the wheat ripened like a golden carpet. She was adored by the people of Greece. They would bow and pray, "O, Demeter, Mother of fertility, bless us with a bountiful harvest this year." They would bow and toss flowers at the feet of her statue. In her temples, sacred groves were offered on the altar.

Drake asked. "Whoever wears that means she is the Legendary Goddess. There are plenty of necklaces that can identify the legendary goddess. The necklace has a mixture of symbols of two races. It just looks like the necklace that Sophie is wearing. The crescent moon symbolizes the race of vampires. The blue full moon symbolizes the race of wizards. It means that Sophie is half vampire and half wizard. " When the king said that, our eyes almost popped out. S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses?!