I Am Diosa Novels & Stories

Dio called out. Of course, he knows my heavy knock. I stepped inside and was faced with three sets of the same cobalt-azure eyes of The Zeus’ line staring at me. Each looked at me differently. Diokles had that damn twinkle like he was up to no good. Aurelia looked indifferent to my very existence. And Natasia, gods, I hate how she looks at me. I know she’s the Goddess of Orphans, but I’m not one of her damn orphans. I can’t stand that damn look of pity. “If I’m interrupting, I can come back later." I arched an eyebrow. I was being polite. There was no way I was living until I informed him of my father’s nefarious deeds.

“She is evil. But unfortunately she is a direct descendant of the Earth Goddess and a very powerful witch” Slowly, a smile came onto Isla’s lips, one that made a chill run down my spine. “You forget”, she said to Gaia. “So am I”.

Dorian POV Tessa sat in the water leaned against my chest, flushed from the heat of the water and the aftermath of power she didn’t yet understand. Her eyes held the remnants of uncertainty, but her body - her body was relaxed against mine, like she trusted me to hold her through the unraveling. She didn’t realize she was becoming divine. And fuck, that only made her more dangerous. More mine. "I told you", my wolf murmured, voice low and hungry inside my head. "She isn’t just a Luna. She’s a goddess reborn. A storm in our hands."

No one would even flinch. What was I going to do now? “Please, Alpha Darius,” I whispered, voice shaky. “Let me go. You already rejected me before and you have a beautiful Luna by your side.” He smiled, slow and dangerous, his fingers tracing down my cheek like he had every right to touch me. “Yes, but the Moon Goddess is giving us another chance. This…” His fingertip brushed my jaw, then trailed lower along my neck. “This is the Goddess’ will.”

I glance at Deimos and I realize with a cold feeling draining in my heart that he animated her. “What did you do?” I stammer, stepping back from Riva. But then I realize with a jolt that one step away from her is a step closer to Deimos. “What are you?” “I’m an Ancient just like you,” Deimos murmurs while Riva takes another step closer to me, her arms extended like a zombie’s. “Riva here… I helped her discover her true power. I can help you do the same. It’s simple, really. All you have to do is come with me and you will see… everything. You will learn everything. And you will never want to come back here ever again.”

“Just because I’m the God of War doesn’t mean I want an endless war, woman! It’s those kinds of stereotypes that give a God a bad reputation.” A husky laugh sounded from Deidamia, “You give yourself a bad reputation, Ulrich. At least some of us embrace what we are.” “Why are you here, anyway?” I asked her, not caring how blunt I sounded. The time for niceties left when I was tossed into an arena. “Why would the Goddess of Chaos want to stop chaos from being unleashed?” Deidamia didn’t seem offended by my question. She lifted a brow, her dark skin lit with a warm glow. The dress she wore was brightly colored, with an array of patterns that seemed to move as she did.

“It doesn’t matter what you think Damian. The moon doesn’t need your acceptance to shine. I will do as the Goddess commanded.” Damian scoffed, pacing in frustration. “And how? How exactly do you want to do what the Goddess wants?” “Because she told me herself. She came down to earth.” She said firmly. He stopped, turning sharply toward her. “Came down? Don’t be absurd.” “She did.” Laura pressed. “In mortal form, she called herself, Desa.” Damian froze, uncertainty flickering across his face. “Desa?” He murmured. “The red haired maid?”

Delsanra Diana Rossi, the mate of Rayhan Rossi, is a hybrid demon witch. There are others, like the Deimos prince, and many things they’ll keep quiet, but I don’t fault them on that. Knowledge is power, and for others to attain that information… can be dangerous. A knock on the door of my office makes me look up, and I sit forward. “Enter.” The door opens and I’m instantly hit with a powerful aura. Even if I hadn’t ever seen him before I would know who this is.

I mutter, starting the engine… ~ She asks me if she looks ok… really? She looks out of this world. Even the angels would be jealous of her beauty. She is a Diosa. There is something about her that mesmerises me like nothing else. Is she a siren from the sea who can destroy men with one flutter of their lashes? Is she an enchantress who has trapped me in this spell I cannot escape? Is she a temptress that has made me a slave to her allure? She looks beyond stunning. The dress clings to her gorgeous figure, showing off those breasts I fucking love. Her curls are pinned back, a few framing her face. Her pouty lips are shimmering, begging to be kissed.

She took a bold step forward. "If you wish to insult me, so be it," Daisy said, her voice steady despite the quiver in her hands. "But you dare insult Lady Rhea?" “Oh?” Hera’s lips curled with mock amusement. “I’m merely speaking the truth.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold and cutting. “And who is this omega, anyway?” Daisy didn’t hesitate. “The future Luna of Nightspire!” Slap! The sound cracked through the air like a whip. Hera’s hand flew out so quickly that the strike seemed to come from nowhere. Daisy staggered, her face snapping to the side as the echo of the blow lingered in the sudden, heavy silence.