I Am Not A Goddess Novels & Stories

'I replied nodding quickly, Too cold to females, I thought. "We should leave it that way, I'll be in my way now". "O.. okay Alpha..." I watched as he left and I plopped into the plush sofa which bounced me up before settling. I looked at the dressing mirror, Queen....Cold to women, Moon goddess daughter, What was all these. In the human realm, We believe in GOD and now it was a goddess. I breathed heavily, stretched my leg and lay me head on the head rest. I bit my nails staring at the glass to ceiling window of the terrace. The curtains were open so I could see the terrace.

I hadn't forgotten my problems, my chest hurt with every memory that crossed my mind, but I also avoided remembering, I didn't want to be that girl from before even more because of a breakup, no, that wasn't me , my philosophy had changed and the girl I was today thanks to my father and Felipe, I knew how to hide all the pain and bad things that happened to her well, but now I didn't want to hide it, because I didn't want to be a sad girl anymore and the new Beatrix changed, because that would be the new Beatrix. Sprinkling water on my mother I realized how happy I was despite all the bad things that had happened to me, I had health, my parents, a life and friends, I had so much and I wasn't

Amber It’s official. The Moon Goddess is a sadistic bitch. There’s absolutely no changing my mind about that. I don’t care how sacred she’s supposed to be. Or how many songs were written about her “divine will.” Screw all of it. It’s the only explanation for why I keep getting dealt such a shitty hand. Again. And again. And again. I had just finished my rounds, clipboard tucked under one arm, my head pounding faintly from hours on my feet. All I wanted was to return to my office, throw back the last of the cold coffee waiting on my desk, and finally breathe.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

"Who am I?" The cavern fell silent. The goddess's expression softened, as though she'd waited centuries to answer. "You are Thea." The answer surprised me. Not because of what she said, but because of what she didn't. No Moon Queen. No chosen one. No prophecy. Just Thea. The goddess stepped closer. "You are not the First Queen reborn." My heart stopped. What? The entire story I'd been told suddenly cracked apart. The goddess continued. "You are not her descendant either." Confusion flooded me. Then who was I? The goddess looked toward the throne, toward the ancient kingdom surrounding us, toward forgotten history. Then back to me. "You are something that has never existed before." The mark o

Accepting myself as crazy was better than the alternative that was believing that mythical beings that should have stayed in just books and films existed in real life. I could live as a crazy human, but I didn’t want to be a Goddess. I mean, I was the least Goddess like woman among all the ladies I had known in the last two years. I admit, I was pretty enough to be one though. I laughed at my own joke and rolled my eyes. This was what would happen when you are alone with just your own company for too long. You would talk to yourself and laugh at your own jokes. Not to forget, you would start imagining Goddess friends popping up in your living room too. I was definitely in need of human compa

As I tried to lean forward to get a closer look I was roughly pulled back. I looked up to an angry stylist. I don't get why the goddess of beauty and The goddess of seduction went through so much trouble with workers. They literally could do all of this with their eyes closed. It's like they wanted some form of power, so they got Goddesses who had magic but weren't true gods to do their work. Technically they would be considered gods by association since most of them had parents who were gods. They just were unlucky to only get neutral magic.

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

I roll my eyes. "I am most definitely not a goddess." I shake my head, scrunching up my nose. "I mean, I know you say I can do all these things, and I won't deny, the flower thing excited me." I hold my hands up as a show of defeat. "But me? A goddess?" I jab at myself in the chest. "That is just not an adjective I would use to describe myself." I'm a little taken aback when Erik actually looks quite offended by my words. His lip lifts up in a scowl and he looks away with an eye roll.

“To, the other world?” “You, child, do not. To cross into other realms is to lose access to your powers. Powers you do not even know how to bend to your will yet. Powers you do not even understand. You likely would not survive the journey. Only Gods and Goddesses travel through the passages to other worlds of this universe.” “Are you a Goddess?” “I am certainly worthy of worship.” She quips. “Many mortals have built temples for my kind. I am no Goddess though. Not in the true sense of the word.”