I Am Not A Goddess Novels & Stories

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?

I could have sworn with my life but it no longer exists so that would be cheating. "There you are, dear child. As good as new. Now it is time to send you back to your loved ones. Why the scowl dear? Aren't you excited to be reunited with them?" Right there my panic attack settles in. I am having difficulty breathing. I feel so much self-condescension. How could I have thought of her as a goddess? If she truly was a goddess wouldn't she be aware of the fact that I do not have anyone who loves me? How is it possible for her to ignore this fact?

“The Norse goddess of love and beauty… surely you must know her” I shook my head in the negative. He was still holding unto my hand… Why was he still holding unto my hand? Did he perhaps feel the mate pull now? And was it weird that I did not want him to let go? How much alcohol have I had? “It is fine if you do not know her… I am sure you would want to keep your identity a secret, Georgia.” I blinked at him, the realization of what he had just implied hit me. “I am not a goddess, trust me. I will know if I am one” I smiled sadly.

she pleads. I chuckle darkly, “A few months as a Goddess and how quickly you have considered yourself one of them, but I wonder if they see it the same way.” I walk over and begin circling her, pushing past the discomfort of the almost blinding light that radiates off her. “You’re not truly one of them. You were human once, and in your mind, you will always be a human. You weren’t created the way they were. You haven’t lived as long as they have. Trust me, they aren’t as welcoming to Gods that aren’t just like them.”

he frowned at me. " there is no trash you clean because am not a gay " I said surprisely to his awe. " wait, you think they are going to believe that not a gay when you haven't prove it to them " he laughed. " how will I prove to them that am not a gay? " I asked. " get yourself a girlfriend because if you don't show the word that you are in a relationship there are never going to believe you " he stated. " no, I can't do it. You know how much I girls right? " he said.

He noticed that and looked at me questioningly. "I love you too, Maayan. But I can't fulfil the normal life you are dreaming for us. Because… I am Goddess of the darkness."

The trees looked like they were moving back as we drove forward, I wished that I was like those tress, moving back to a place I was once happy, I place where I was not a slave and Austin was my brother. ‘Goddess, is it because I am human? Is that why you don’t answer my prayers? Because you are a Goddess of the supernatural not humans?’ I asked the Moon Goddess, I was not expecting an answer because she never answers me. Let me try God one last time, he is the God humans worship so, he should be helping me because i am human too.

“Free will David. I had many female prophets and priestesses and even had a daughter but for some reason, humanity decided not to include them. I believe they call it blasphemy.” “Oh? Ummm… Well, would you prefer being called Goddess?” “God or Goddess. It doesn’t matter. I am both and not both at the same time.” David nodded. “I’ll call you Goddess while you’re in that form then…” Goddess did not reply. David continued to fly but noticed that he could not leave the atmosphere of the planet. After asking Goddess, she replied. “This is where I plan to put you, why would I let you leave?” “Ominous but okay. Can I enter the world to see it?”

She was indeed a goddess. Everybody paused, and fixed eyes on the Queen. The guards that had come with Ajigbonaku couldn't believe their eyes, though they had heard about her beauty, but the rumors were not close to the reality at all. One of them began to say words of praise. " This is not a Queen but a goddess, the type that has made gods fight against gods, She should not be called Beautiful, but Holy. He went down on his feet, and said. I bow to you, my Queen.

“You don’t know what I would do. You could have given me a chance.” I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t turn out like Irikah, but I was hurt that I didn’t get the chance to choose. It seemed like my life had already been charted by the goddess without me having any control whatsoever. “Unfortunately, that wasn’t my decision,” the goddess sighed. “Irikah wished for it.” “What?” I asked, confused. “Irikah is a narcissist. She would never wish to lose her beauty.” “But she did,” the goddess replied.