Greek Goddesses Psyche Novels & Stories

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Athena felt that it wasn't a good idea to inform her mate that the meeting was about Wisdom’s powers and the fear some of the Gods had about her taking over Mount Olympus. Erebus is doing most of the talking. Nyx his sister has agreed with every word he said about Wisdom. She’s the Goddess of Night and for no reason is jealous of Wisdom. Poseidon and Perseus want Medusa dead again. Poseidon because he's still angry that she didn’t return his affection, and she said that he violated her.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Zoey asked curiously. I then explained to Zoey why she needed to change her name again. I think changing Zoey's name was important to obscure her identity from people who might be looking for her. Moreover, Zoey was free from the brothel. That meant anyone could approach Zoey if they found out the truth. “I see,” Zoey said, “then what name are you going to give me? "You have a sweet voice. In Greek mythology, there were nine goddesses of the show known as the Goddess of the Muses. One of them was nicknamed The One with the Golden Voice.

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.

Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

Jeff thought that Brizella was the child of an affair between a human and a werewolf, and that didn't matter to him. "How did you know?" Jeanna asked curiously. If it was true that Brizella was the goddess in question, it meant that Brizella's existence was very dangerous for them. "Come on, Mom! I read in the Book of Prophecy that there is a seventh goddess born of the illicit relationship between humans and werewolves. And I had no idea that she was Brizella," she replied, making Jeff wonder if Chloe knew more than he did. Why hadn't Brizella told him?

“Why would I need to realise anything when I have nothing to do with that girl?” 'He’s lying,' the voice whispered. 'He knows. He’s just pretending.' “‘Girl’,” I scoffed, ignoring the voice. “That would be a gross understatement. She is the literal Goddess of Sight; Selene’s mother. A being created at the beginning of time that is now bound and trapped inside a mortal body. That 'girl' is more powerful than you could possibly imagine.” “What…?” was all Aleric managed to say.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart