Lust Goddess Novels & Stories

For a moment the air was heavy and her voice sharp as pain filled her eyes,but it was only for a moment and it disappeared soon after like it wasn't there “Tell me Shelia,do you think that the moon goddess granted you another chance if living just so that you could get revenge on this measley kingdom” I asked her, staring into her beautiful silver eyes,her face was full of confusion and uncertainty “You are full of magic,and your ability to heal proves it” I said holding her shoulder as I tried to stick the information into her “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed,you are the prophecy” Shelia's POV “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed, you are the prophecy”

The curio in my paws started to gleam, and out of nowhere, the Moon Goddess was there once more. "You have picked a troublesome way, Sheila," she said, her voice loaded up with a combination of pride and bitterness. "Yet, I accept it is the right one. The street ahead won't be simple, yet you have the strength and intelligence to direct your kin through it." She connected, contacting the relic. It broke down into bits of light that twirled around me prior to sinking into my fur. I heaved as I felt a flood of force and information. "I award you my full gift," the Goddess said. "You are currently really the Luna, the extension among werewolves and the moon, between your sort and humankind. Lea

Lisa let out a gasp. She recognized the heavenly aura surrounding the lady and murmured, "You are the Moon Goddess." The deity grinned and exuded serenity. "Lisa, I've been waiting for you. We have to talk. Lisa gazed up at the goddess, her pulse pounding. "Please," she begged in a frantic tone. "I need your assistance. The curse is too powerful. I'm at my breaking point." The Moon Goddess touched Lisa's shoulder tenderly. "Lisa, the curse is connected to your soul. Furthermore, the person who cast it will want to seize everything from you.

He remains silent, his eyes not leaving mine until he starts to laugh. “You think I will make a deal with you, Zachary? My wife is Luna, one after the moon goddess’s heart. She can give me all the cure I want in the world and you think I will settle for you? Come on man, I thought you were smarter than that. Well” he gestures to my hand where a wound is still bleeding, “you might want to check that, it’s not going to heal. Ir is coated with silver” “What?” “Do not show up at my party uninvited Zachary, do not come in front of my wife and do not even think about her”

she whispered. Silver mist gathered, swirling until a tall, elegant figure materialized before her. She donned flowing robes of starlight, hair resembling liquid silver, and eyes that mirrored every phase of the moon simultaneously. "You have traversed through fire," the Goddess spoke softly. "You have confronted betrayal, death, and the weight of a power that even your lineage feared. Yet you persist." Luna cast her gaze downward. "I do not always feel strong." "And yet you continue to rise," the Goddess murmured. "Strength is not the absence of fear—it is the victory over it."

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

He was a beautiful and happy child, but he grew cold and angry at his mother Selene. Lycaon resented the fact that his mother had to leave him at the rising of the sun. As he grew into a man, Lycaon’s anger turned sour. One night in a fit of rage, whilst in his wolf form, he fatally wounded his father. Selene was heartbroken by the actions of her son, and so she took Endymion to a hidden cave. There she laid him to rest in an ageless sleep for all eternity, so that she might still visit and look upon her beloved’s peaceful body. In a bid to warm the cold heart of her son, Selene blessed him with a lover, a Mate made just for him. Lycaon’s heart was thawed by the love of his Mate, and his co

Where divine choirs used to rise, now chains clinked, and the scent of burning grace hung heavy in the air. At the heart of this fractured realm sat Luna, the Moon Goddess, her silver hair cascading like a river of frost, eyes gleaming with cold light. Her throne a monument of moonstone and shadow, veins of silver light running through its surface like frozen lightning. Where the Creator’s seat had once burned with the golden warmth of creation, Luna’s gleamed with pale perfection, beautiful, yet utterly cold, its radiance hollow of life.

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

I take two steps towards the witch keeping in mind to also maintain a safe distance. "Hera, I am Luna Celeste. Me and my mate have come here for your help, we've been searching for your kind for years." I explain to her desperate for her help. "Please help us, I promise you will be rewarded graciously." I practically beg her. There is no response from her for a good 5 seconds. Than the witch slowly stands up, I take a step back, Theo is quick to wrap his arm around my waist. She stands to her full height, her long locks still pool around her.