Lightning Goddess Novels & Stories

Charisa had just bumped a woman. “I'm sorry, are you okay?” Charisa regretted to bump the woman, the young girl apologized. "Achh .…” The woman grimaced. Brown-haired woman seemed in pain, she was holding her leg and waist. "Hey, little girl! Don't you have eyes huh? Watch out if you walk!” Another brown haired girl snapped Charisa, Skandar’s young wife did not dare to touch the woman whom she had just bumped. The girl looked very angry to Charisa.

And it seemed to satisfy her because the tornado magically dissolved out of nowhere. "I am Mahakali. I am the goddess of destruction and rebirth." Her voice is as thick as exuberant ice. "I uh. don't understand." I am literally confused right now. "You summoned me you foolish mortal." I feel like I'm going to faint any moment from now on. And she has been calling me foolish, goodness!

"Dear Alpha Adrian, I hope this email arrives at a good time, my name is Annalise and I am the Red wolf, graced into existence by the Red Moon Goddess. As you are more than likely aware, the warlock Balthazar is promising to share me as though I am some sort of prize. This can not be allowed to happen. I offer you my powers to help protect both yourself and your pack if you would be willing to aid us in the upcoming battle against Balthazar and those that follow him.

She looked upwards and opened her mouth in shock. A huge ball of lightning was levitating just below the joining points of the pillars. So this was the so-called tribulation? She’s a thunder dragon after all so it only made sense for her body to be further tempered by lightning bolts. But how many bolts would she receive from that rotating lightning ball?

"It isn't what you think!" I ignored them and continued following the sound of the voice, and strangely I was beginning to pick up her scent and that guided me directly to a crusty looking door at the farm corner of the house. My hands were trembling violently as I stood outside the door now. "Lilith!" I shouted. A weak voice answered me from inside. "O-Oliver..." Moon Goddess. She was in there. Fear unlike anything I'd ever known seized me, and after warning her to move away from the door, I drove my foot against it with enough force to shake the walls.

assistant"> A graceful woman with shimmering golden hair approached, her steps elegant and poised. Close behind her was a striking man with shoulder-length silver hair. Odin said, “Sif, goddess of the harvest, and my adopted son, Thor, the god of thunder. Oh—and the one behind them is Balder, the god of light, my youngest son.”

He was dressed in white, a colour he used to hate. “What do you mean by that?” “It means you are not meant to be here. It is not yet your time, you are only here because you need to be aware of the truth.” “What truth?” I asked. He smiled. “When you see your mother, tell her that I said it is time. She knows and tells this story better than I do.” He held my hands. “Azania, this is not the first time you come here. Do you remember what happened to you on your 16th birthday?” I snatched my hands away, wariness settling in my heart. “I know you remember. But what you don't know is that when you were struck by lightning, you were granted powers by the goddess of thunderstorms. You have lightnin

“Lysandra keeps her word. Now go, before anyone notices.” Freya’s guard was slowly lowering, her tension easing, when suddenly, the guard’s dagger gleamed in the moonlight as it was unsheathed. Freya’s eyes widened in shock and instinct kicked in, her body moving with uncanny speed as she narrowly avoided the lethal strike. With a swift motion, Freya’s hand traced a sigil in the air, her voice invoking ancient words of power. “Egek lángja!” A bolt of lightning erupted from her fingertips, crackling through the air and striking the guard. The guard’s scream was a mixture of agony and terror as the lightning coursed through him, leaving his body smoking and charred.

Adrian Dropping to the ground, I scream at the goddess, “Save her, please?” The goddess stands before me, her form radiant and powerful, a being of light and grace that seems to encompass the very essence of the universe. She regards me with eyes that hold ancient wisdom and boundless compassion, her presence filling me with a sense of awe and reverence. “Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed, brave one,” she speaks, her voice a melody that resonates deep within my soul. “The spirit of Savage, the uniter of beings and protector of the realms, shall live on in the hearts of those who remember her courage and love.”

I did not lose my memories due to an accident. It was all because this was my last cultivation before ascending as the Moon Goddess. My mother is the current Moon Goddess—the one they all worship. The pain, the betrayal—it was all a test. And I believe I have passed. Selina Lancaster is dead. They will never see her again. A long, deafening silence filled the void before I finally found the light again. The first thing I saw was the vast blue sky and the soft pink blossoms of a tree swaying gently in the breeze.