Greek Mythology Goddesses の小説・ストーリー

"Long ago, in an age before creation, there were beings who existed in the beyond. Deities who saw it fit to create the beings that we are today. They have been known throughout history by different names depending on the culture of the people. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon...the gods of Greek, Roman, Irish mythology and beyond. They existed and they created not only the mortals but our kind as well. They are the progenitors of our race, granting us the abilities we possess." The image shifted to present a radiant figure, a woman judging by her physique that was garbed in white glittering robes that shone like the stars. Her face was veiled, her arms covered with sky blue runes that travelled throug

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

I could only cry. Just when I thought I was free. Perhaps they were right after all, I was cursed by the moon goddess herself. I wondered what wrong I had done to the moon goddess in my past life to be subjected to this kind of life. With pain, I stood up from the bed, putting on my clothes slowly. My bottom was throbbing with pain. I could hardly stand fully on my feet. I stared at the room for the last time in tears then I turned around. It hurt so much that I was even unwanted by everyone I came across including my mates.

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.

Tears burned in her eyes, and she struggled to hold them in. She was now wary of letting Shania hug her, but her father’s words had taken the fight out of her. Shania touched my dress delicately, envy blazing in her eyes. But before she could say anything, Mina ushered her out, leaving the rest of the family to follow. She glanced at Atticus briefly and he gave her a genuine smile. She smiled back and walked out onto the porch. Mina stopped her before she could take another step. “Wait! You can’t step onto the bare ground. The moon goddess’s place is in the heavens. It is a bad omen if you touch the ground.” She declared.

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.

As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darkness and shadow. Yet the light of Usha was never merely symbolic. It was power itself, a force that could forge warriors and creatures of might. From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike.

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.

They were more than similar than they thought they were not. She was born from Demeter and Zeus and she was favored by her mother, Demeter. The goddess of Agriculture. But Zeus, then the King of the Gods, was ruthless and would not accept no for an answer, he still made her marry off to a hideous being that know nothing but heat and soot and soot and heat.

He hugged her back. "Oh fuck, who is walking our men of honor down the aisle, and we never figured out brides maids, or groomsmen." She said, just as all three came running in with Hecate, Persephone, Artemis, Athena, Poseidon, Eros, Amphitrite and a few other gods and goddesses I didn't know. "We got you covered, Arachne." "It will take some time getting used to be called that again." She told them, with a small smile.