I Am Diosa Novels & Stories

She screamed All of a sudden dianna started walking around, doing her incantation trying to consult her idol Appollo She brought out a wooden carved idol, tied a red rope and she lifted the idol, and told Cyrus to come, he obeyed her Walk with me, and whatever I do or say just do it the same way I did mine Then, they have to walk around his throne and Dianna halted immediately, And consulted great Appollo and to ask certain questions

A low rumble vibrates his chest as he glares at the Goddess kneeling before me. “Hush, pup,” she shoots him a stern look, and he quiets up, settling back into my lap. “I am known as Diana, Aphrodite, Persephone, and what else have you, according to your human mythology. But I prefer Diana or Aphrodite if you must call me anything.” “So, you’re all of those women?” I ask, my eyes narrowing, questioning her truth. Not sure I fully believe what she is spouting.

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.

They hung between them like a dare. Dina’s laugh rang out like a broken bell. “You think the goddess has the right to pity me?” She threw her head back, and the air around them shivered. “The goddess is beneath me. I turned what you worship into my servant. I am my own creator. I bow to no altar, no prayer, no law you claim to stand on.”

I asked, my heart heavy with fear. "Yes." Nicklaus’s POV "You're not grasping the situation. Dedusa has chosen our daughter," I tried to clarify. "And who is Dedusa?" I was thoroughly confused by my mate's response. I wished I could understand who this Dedusa was. Then she said, "Dedusa is an evil witch who seeks to become immortal."

She spoke with reasoning and elegancy, as well as the moon sign on her forehead. "If you are truly sent by the moon goddess," He stares at her, studying her, but it was hard to read her mind because her face was blank. "Then Can you tell me why the moon goddess has forsaken us?." There is slight anger in his tune that its almost impossible to notice how furious he was inside. Myra felt deeply hurt that her people thought she had forsaken them. If only thy knew. "She didn't..." She tries explaining but is cut off by another question from Kendrick through grited teeth.

“Am I wrong or am I right, El Diablo?” Drago asked, his men touching their guns on their waists, waiting for the order to strike. “I called you here, not only because I needed your help, but because I know you kidnapped my daughter, now, the only thing that would save your life, the only thing that would prevent my men from emptying their barrels on you is if you answer my questions.”

It's just a bright light that immediately disappears when she lands. "We bow down to you, Moon Goddess. Please forgive us for what we have done against you and the world. We were under the influence of Iona. I know it is no excuse for what we have done in the past. If you want to punish somebody, punish me because I gave this innocent person the command to do evil," Darius says. He is on his knees, and his face is touching the ground. The Moon Goddess walks over to Darius.

There was only his voice and the thing he was telling me about myself. "She didn’t die," Darius said. "Not all the way. A goddess’s weapon doesn’t break easy. Her power scattered. Into bloodlines. Into fragments. Waiting. And every few generations, it wakes up in a girl. An omega. Always an omega. Always hunted. Always killed before she remembers what she is." He reached out and touched my cheek. His finger was cold. "Until you." He stood. He looked down at me, and his eyes were bright now. Fever bright.

“My identity. My life. Damon.” The Goddess nodded solemnly. “You gained something, too. Strength. Purpose. Family.” “I still don’t know who I really am,” Iris said. “You are Nadia,” the Goddess said. “You are Iris. You are both. And you are the mother of Elian, the bridge between worlds. Your journey is not over.” A pause. “Will Vaelor return?” The Goddess’s smile faded. “All prisons crack, in time. But when that day comes, you won’t be alone.”