Novel & Cerita Immortals Goddess

Terror consumed everyone’s system when Latina stood high and proud in the middle of an inferno. The robe she wore was burnt into ciders, leaving her bare naked but it seemed not to harm her. Her scarlet eyes were glowing as if there were balls of fire inside them. The strands of her lengthy black hair were coated in the flame too. A shinning red stone on her chest began to break into pieces with the tremendous heat, turning it to dust, sparkling with fire. She was dazzling; with her goddess-like features, anyone would think she was one which fell from grace and was being penalized with the eternal flame. Even the witches and the men in the witch village who rushed in to check the commotion q

I was too focused on the fact that I need to answer the Moon Goddess's call to be a Guardian. But of all the people she can choose, it's still a mystery to me how she ended up choosing me. There are lots of immortals out there who can do the job well, immortals who have experience in the field, who are stronger and more powerful than me… 'So, why would you choose me, Moon Goddess? Why settle for a b*stard child like me? A weak and powerless rogue wolf? Why?'

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

The beast will bow before him, and so do the immortals. "May the greatness be with us?" Elijah responded and we were all dumbfounded. I did not know it was the king of Valeria who entered my domain. Regrettably, we met most unpleasantly. I can't believe the Basilisk is apologizing. It's a far cry from the Basilisk I've seen that doesn't seem to care and attacks everything. I feel like Elijah is lifting me so much, I'm shrinking. I am only human, he is immortal. Not just any immortal, but a powerful one.

Author's Note Hi my lovely readers,it's my prayer that you are all good. I appreciate those who have joined me on this journey of my emotionless Goddess.I have decided to make a few changes to the characters to make the story more spicy..our Miranda has Just turned into a seductress... We shall have others too. Stay tuned and see what graces us next. Don't forget to check my other two stories here: seducing My Heartless Husband and Lucifer's redemption.

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

With ritual magic, we can improve living conditions for mortals and immortals alike! You may have heard that immortals are demons, but nothing could be further from the truth. They are those God has chosen for immortality, and they carry out His wishes. Similarly, it is neither polite nor accurate to refer to mortals as “humans,” for this would imply that immortals are not human.

Sister Terrie asked curiously why Blake would even mention an unknown Goddess. “Oh, you know of Goddess Maia?” Blake asked, looking at Sister Terrie. “Only what I read in the ancient text.” Sister Terrie said, seeming interested. “Did it say that her lover killed her in cold blood because he was a douchebag?” Blake said and looked at Azrael. “How could that be possible? She was a Goddess. They are immortal.” Sister Terrie replied. “Not immortal, my dear. Though they are tough to kill, and they may live for a very long time, they are vulnerable to death like we all are.” Blake said, looking at Azrael and Chamuel.

I say with disappointment. “It’s not natural!” Qianfan exclaims. “Yildiz?” “Yes, Empress?” She chirps. “How many Gods are there?” “Currently? Six,” she answers happily. “And how many are Goddesses?” She smirks, “That would be three, though it used to be five.” “Please remind me, which God created the mutolupus race?” I gently request. “That would be the Goddess Morrtemis, the Warrior Goddess,” she says with a proud smile.

Seraphine whispered, her voice trembling against the roar of chaos. The immortal’s gaze was steady, unshakable. “Then we will surpass it. Together.” He released a pulse of energy, silver and gold threads weaving outward, striking the monstrous armies with precision born from their shared bond. Seraphine matched it, her hands glowing, shaping the chaotic magic into protective shields and offensive arcs of light. Every movement they made was synchronized, every strike an echo of their trust, their love. The First Immortal hovered above, his immense form radiating power that could collapse entire dimensions. “You think your love can stop me?” he roared, unleashing a torrent of energy that bent