Lesbian Greek Gods Novels & Stories

Is that all she has? “Yes, I’m a whore and I love it. You’re pathetic Selene. You had no right to break that barrier. I don’t want a mate and I never wanted one. Or did you forget your vow that you wouldn’t interfere with me? I am the Goddess of Hell, Selene, and you have broken that vow.” I grab her by her sopping wet hair and punch her in the face. Blood splatters on my cheek when growls ring around me. I roar loudly and they whimper in fear. “Let her go, Gaia!” I growl as I grab her around the throat as I face her mate Lycaon.

“I don’t know if you are aware of the intricacies of the background of your species. I have spent the last few days learning about the werewolf. I am assuming your mother knew, though, giving you your name and all.” “The wolves are the creation of Selene, the Greek Moon Goddess. But did you know that the gods and goddesses are the same deity, but they have different names in different cultures? For example, the ancient Romans’ name for Selene is Luna. And the Egyptians call her Isis.”

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

The vision shattered, replaced by another. A different time. A woman with kind eyes and my mother's strength stands in the same circle. She is a priestess, her hands outstretched to the moon. The stones glow with a soft, silver light. She smiles, and her voice is like a balm. "We are keepers of the balance, children of Selene. We protect the vessel, for she is the world's heart." The images flashed faster-a schism, a fight, blood spilled on the very stones I stood upon. The Keepers, protectors. The Shattered Moon, who believed the vessel's power was not to be protected, but to be consumed, harnessed for their own dominion.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

"So, that's all? You’re not keeping any more secrets from me, aren’t you? I’ll be able to come back to Tristan." "I told you..." "You said might. You said I might not be able to come back. But that won't be the case, right?" Veronica looked at her at what seemed to be the demon's version of pity. "Selene's Latin counterpart is Luna. And you have to know that the Greek gods and their Latin counterparts? Well, they don't like each other and are always fighting over the favor of humans. In this country, Selene is much stronger, but as you might expect, Luna is looking to change that. "

I clear my throat as I tell them, “Alright. When Aika came into my life, exactly like Nahir, it was on my eighteenth birthday. In it, Aika recognized Anouk as hers and that same night, we chose each other as mates. It was at that moment that we felt the sparks and the bond that comes with finding your destined mate. Then came the attack. After eliminating all the rogues, I lost consciousness. Eric took me to the clinic and after that, they had me in an abducted coma.” “Popular history recognizes Artemis as our goddess and mother. Well, history is wrong. There are three goddesses, called the Moon Triad. Artemis is the virgin goddess and represents the crescent moon. She is the mother of human

A luminous figure emerged from the heart of the Nexus—a goddess, ethereal and wise, her presence radiating a profound sense of ancient knowledge. "Hera, Princess of the Night, and Davien, Alpha of the Wolves," the goddess spoke, her voice a melody that resonated through the meadow. "You have faced the trials that sought to unravel the threads of your love, and in doing so, you have proven the strength of your connection." Hera, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, regarded the goddess with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. "Goddess, why is it that our love transcends the boundaries of our supernatural beings? What purpose does such a union serve in the grand tapestry of exis

I can tell she is getting annoyed, but we have no idea what the hell she is talking about. “Fuck, I wish Chris would have come. He is so much better at explaining his fucked up family than me. Ok, let me start again Zeus basically seduced a women by the name of Mnemosyne and had nine daughters with her. One daughter, Melpomeni became very jealous when Chris and his sisters were born. She was some how able to gain access to where the titan, who are all of the gods parent’s, and she seduced one of them. That resulted in a set of twins.” Lillyana says. “Ok, I think I got this.” Quade comments.

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.