Greek Goddesses Psyche Novels & Stories

tentatively, she draws her lower lip into her mouth and sucks it thoughtfully. Should I tell him? Surely he would not be angered by the correction. As if in reply to her question, her gaze lowers to the right side of the table where her right hand lies, palm down and slightly curled into a loose fist But the thought of being corrected by a scant could incense anyone in the pack hierarchy, omegas included. Her gaze lowers in finality to the paper and, warily, she crosses over the error before writing over it. “Their appetite is known to be that of wolves—” the priest halts at the centre of the room, the skin of his sunken cheeks drawing taut in . Eleven years as his slave had familiarized her

Her thoughts refused to quiet, the memories coming back with full force. She saw Daphne's life, the way she had loved and hated, with equal intensity. She saw Cody's face, his smile that never quite reached his eyes. Now she saw the lies too. She saw herself-or was it Daphne?-standing in a weird room, arguing with a guy, playing out like a shadowy dream. And then there was Nyx. The name she couldn't stop hearing in her head. The goddess's glowing eyes, her voice like velvet wrapped in silk. Carmen couldn't shake the image of that particular woman from her mind.

Everyone was clearly pissed at me since nobody checked up on me. I heard the door click and a heavy foot step in. I knew it was him without turning back. His familiar scent filled the room and I sighed in content. "Now, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~ Heyyoo Vote Comment Stay safe!! GODDESS AWAKENING: when the powers have come to a full maturity, the goddess experiences something called awakening. It may come at any time and because of the need to showcase itself, it uses the emotion present at that particular time and increases it tenfold. The emotion then surpasses all morals and thoughts of the goddess.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

Although she seems very old she is still strong and very knowledgeable. I just nodded at her words. But there is a doubt in my heart. I don't know if I can help bring peace back to this world. What can an ordinary woman with no powers like me do to help restore the peace in this world? So I don't know if I believe what Old Remi said that I am the reincarnation of Sabina who is a goddess in this world.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

Mount Olympus, the dwelling of all gods and the home of the moon goddess—the creator and guardian of all moon creatures—and also my home. "Aylin, why are you looking out the window again?" I froze, the air turning cold. “Why aren't you talking? Shouldn't you be with the others?" I twirled my twirled hurriedly closing the portal but mother was quicker, she conjured a replica of my view on a cloud in front of her. "I'm sorry mother," I stumbled back, my lips quivering. "I can explain." "Explain what?” She snapped. " That you're looking down at the mortal world again. How many times have I told you?"

"Do you honestly believe that useless, broken wolf is still alive inside that shell? She has been rotting in the Moon Healers' Sanctuary for five winters, Lyra. The fact that she hasn't kicked the bucket yet is a miracle only the dark goddess knows how to explain." "Exactly," Freya Ashfang chimes in, not even bothering to look up from the emery board she is scraping against her claws. "You know damn well that keeping that vegetative bitch breathing is wasting our pack territory funds. Besides, look at you. You are a freak, a tiny, useless Psi werewolf who cannot even shift properly. If we lend you the resources, how the hell do you plan to pay us back in this lifetime? By selling your tight

she replied in one breath. “Good. Don’t you ever forget that the feeling is mutual” I said with a smirk. We both know how easily we could snap out of control under this curse of a bond so I forced myself to leave the room. A partner being in heat is uncontrollable and undeniable. That’s the biggest creation of the moon goddess but look who’s fiercely defying all odds. I repaired the shattered door with wooden planks, hammering hard enough to work out the tension boiling in my blood.

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."