Greek Goddess Of Books の小説・ストーリー

"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"

"King Athena of Antarti pack," "By Luna, you make me jealous," Meredith said. "Why?" "A woman King? Impressive! I wished I could pull that feat, honestly. From what I've heard, you fear no one at all. Not many women would actually stand up to a pack and declare herself King," Eucaria rolled her eyes. "Not any woman will. Athena is the only woman. Her name already tells who she is. The Greek goddess of war. You are indeed fearless," If these women were flattering her, it was real work. Her cheeks were red from the good things these women said about her. This was her first time being talked about this way and it made her swell with pride.

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.

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."

She stares at me while she answers me coldly, “Do you want me to solve it? Or that I spend time talking to you? Now let your elders work.” “BUT WHAT IS HAPPENING?” I scream, moving from side to side. I feel like desperation and anxiety attack me. A million ideas come to mind as I try to figure out what's going on and how I can fix it. Then a thought comes to my mind: Hecate? As like Hecate, the goddess of wisdom and witches? I say, shocked, “Your book! It's a crescent moon! ARE YOU ARTEMIS?” She responds mockingly, “DING DING DING!! You won a prize!” She continues frantically flipping through the pages of her book.

“You said powers. Do you know what powers? I am faster than any wolf or lycan I have come across already. Athena can sense when our creature counterpart is distressed. We are getting stronger by the day.” “This, my child, is a good question, but not one I can answer for you. See Freya was the goddess that was associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold and the sight of a seer. I haven’t researched into her too much as Selene, our new moon goddess, warned me that I wasn’t allowed. Your fate has been written. You have two paths you can take and only you can decide which one is correct. You are the one that has to do this. I have many books here in my library, but so does Darius, an

"No! Mistress, please come back. Where are you? What happened?" "You pathetic pet of mine!" Suddenly, a crisp voice appeared behind me. "You think you already fooled them!" I turned around and saw her glaring red orbs. Her red and dark-colored gown was freely flowing. Its hem was dancing with the strong blow of the breeze. Her hair was tossed and turned by the gusty wind. She looked sophisticatedly beautiful, but I read the book about the gods and goddesses. They were all ethereal, but none of them could be compared to Diana, the moon goddess and creator of our kind.

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?"

Celine nods, looking away from her, remembering the bad times before Nate and Fi had found her. “Free will, and fear, some of the many things we can’t control in others. But thank you for trying, and thank you for choosing Florence in the end.” Luna nods, “I know that the prophecy that you had said many years, so I waited for four before trying. Now, I regret not starting sooner, I am so sorry, My Dear One.” Celine bows her head in appreciation. “Anyway, I would like to talk to you about the task ahead, before my brother joins us. The sleeping Goddess is my sister, Artemis. Again, it’s more complex than mere genetics, but she is the Goddess of the half-moon, hunters, and fertility, among oth

’ It’s beautiful, and still takes my breath away whenever I look at it. Alice looks at me. “Is this Lesley?” That makes me laugh out loud. “No. It’s the Greek goddess Astraea. She’s the virgin goddess of justice, innocence, and purity.” “Figures,” Alice says, throwing me a wry look before turning her gaze back to it. “Who’s the artist?” I smile. “Damon.” She looks back at me, her mouth an O. “Seriously?” “Yeah. He says it’s just a hobby. Cocky bastard.”