Loving Goddess Novels & Stories

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

he says, exhaling out the weight of his words. I can feel my eye twitching as I try to comprehend what the fuck he just said, but I can tell there’s more, so I just nod for him to continue. “Go on.” He looks surprised, but continues, “Zarseti is known as the Goddess of Peace and Love. She possesses the ability to see every soul in the universe and pair those that are best for each other. She chose you for me. I was shocked and a little appalled at first, I will admit.”

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

he said with a mix of concern and determination. While he was away, I found myself approached by an elderly woman. Her presence radiated wisdom and kindness as she drew near. "I can sense that you have enveloped yourself in darkness. So has he," she said softly, casting a compassionate gaze in our direction. "Yet, when you two sit together, the darkness dissipates." With a gentle smile, she extended her hand, revealing a delicately crafted miniature statue of the goddess Athena. "Athena was the embodiment of justice, but she also possessed the power to rule matters of the heart, often intertwined with love," the elderly woman explained, her voice carrying the weight of countless experiences.

His presence commanded attention, and his demeanor resembled the tranquil waters of an enchanted lake. Navana, the goddess of beauty and love, rose to greet him, her heart brimming with both curiosity and concern. Her celestial radiance illuminated the chamber as she spoke, her voice soft and melodious, "My lord, what troubles your noble spirit? It is a rare occasion for you to grace my chambers during the daylight hours."

She sighed. "You are an Ares in many ways. But you are not cruel and hateful. And if there is anything I can do for you, please ask. I am the goddess of love in all forms—Parental, sibling, romantic, platonic, and more. And I believe you deserve love in any form." she looked at me for a moment. "Oh, I can be cruel and hateful when necessary," I said, shrugging slightly. "Only when you need to be. And that is why you are different from them," she said softly without thinking.

I add. “I saw that in the album,” she says, sounding weary. How can I make her happy? I draw in a deep breath and stare at the vacant, starless sky through the loose window. This time when I smile to myself, I’m fully mindful of why. “You wanna hear a story?” I ask the quiet girl resting her head on my shoulder. “Yes,” she replies. Gleaming, as a specific memory overruns my mind, I think Mad should hear this. “Venus glowed with a steady, silvery light, radiating pure beauty. She is the goddess of love. Her two primary divine lovers were her husband, Vulcan, and Mars, also known as Ares. Their love was forbidden.”

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

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,