Lesbian Greek Gods Novels & Stories

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Hmm, I was starting to like Daniel. "So, our first lesson is all about our origins," I looked at him and listened carefully to every word he said while taking notes in the small notebook he had given me earlier. "Werewolves or lycanthropes in Ancient Greek were made by the Goddess of the Moon, Selene. They were a group of people who could shape-shift into wolves." All I had thought was that werewolves were just a fragment of imagination, but they were real, especially now that I was living among them.

Braving the crushing weight of the god's aura, the servant shakily opened the box. Lying inside was the laurel crown—the very symbol of Apollo's consort, meant for his bride's head. Then, following Lyra’s final instruction, the servant activated a memory stone. Instantly, a vast, shimmering image materialized in the air above them. It showed Apollo and Cassandra, tangled in a passionate embrace. Their every explicit whisper, their every dismissive remark and calculated plan against Lyra, was laid bare for all of Olympus to see. "By the gods, the God of Light betrayed his own betrothed..."

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

"Alright ... alright!" said one of the women. "Hey!" protested the other two women. "I can just step on this eyeball right now and you won't have any," said Leon. "Not! Do not do it!" exclaimed the three women together. "Then tell me where Hesperides is!" "Okay… Okay! Hesperides is in the orchid of Hera, the goddess of marriage and birth. Wife of The Great Zeus," answered one of the women. “We already know that! Where is it located? Say it clearly!" exclaimed Leon while stomping his foot.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Which god is classified under and among the greek pantheon? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the Graysons' cellar as well as the