Mami Wata Goddess Novels & Stories

His black eyes shoot daggers at me. Fortunately, my mother is there to calm him down. "Elliot is right. No she-wolf is as powerful as Alice. The best we can hope for is that Elliot’s mate is a beta’s daughter of a powerful pack." She looks at me with her big green eyes and smiles. "Don't worry my darling. I'm sure the Moon Goddess has given you a strong she-wolf." "Maybe, but we don't have time to wait!" My father gets angry, making my mother sigh.

I say with disappointment. “It’s not natural!” Qianfan exclaims. “Yildiz?” “Yes, Empress?” She chirps. “How many Gods are there?” “Currently? Six,” she answers happily. “And how many are Goddesses?” She smirks, “That would be three, though it used to be five.” “Please remind me, which God created the mutolupus race?” I gently request. “That would be the Goddess Morrtemis, the Warrior Goddess,” she says with a proud smile.

I howl at the top of my lungs and then face everyone present once more, gaining all of their attentions at once. "we have a real chance to change the world today..." I shout, Matthew coming to my side whilst my other mates continued to prepare weapons. "We are doing this for our future and for the future of all the children and babies of our kind." Growls and shouts break out, all of them agreeing. "Together we will fight through the vampires and kill every warlock in sight!" They begin to chant my name, but what they don't realise is that today I am not myself, today I am the decendent of the moon godddess herself, today I am the Red wolf and we are the ones that will change the world.

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

He tells me and I nod, waiting for him to continue. “There is a story, passed down through the generations of witches, about the first witch, Aadhya. She was the most powerful being in creation and is said to be the mother of all beings. It his her ancient magic that led to the evolution of dragons, and her heartbreak that created werewolves. The story says that the Blessed Mother and the Moon Goddess are sister deities, they worked together to breathe life into Aadhya and gave her magic so she could protect the earth and those who would in habit it.” He stops to draw a deep breath and feels for something in his pocket. He doesn’t remove the object, only reassures himself that it is still th

"Nothing wrong. Chosen mates are just as good as true mates." Selena's lips twitched. She wished to disagree. While the bond between chosen mates might be similar to that of true mates, it couldn't possibly be the same. After all, true mates were the other half of a werewolf's soul, a companion of a lifetime chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How could the partner chosen by a goddess compare to one chosen by mere mortals? "They're coming!" Bridgette's eyes lit up when she saw the Lykan Emperor. Followed by the troupe of unmated alphas and she-wolves, he carried a female in his arms with the gentlest expression she had seen on his face this night.

Naturally Mummo smiles and nods as she gazes at Phoenix lovingly. “I was a lycan and a witch before I became a goddess, your gran, Helena and I led our coven to serve the Moon Goddess and her twin sister, who was my mother, we protected our people as best we could,” Mummo clarifies, Phoenix curls up in Benjamin’s lap getting comfortable with his arms around her, as she focuses on listening to Mummo’s words. “Mummo, my Gran help stop Dagon before?” Phoenix questions, making the rest of us look at her, then Mummo, as it was a very good question.

Amon said cautiously, her long curly blazing golden hair and her near silver looking eyes were very uncommon, even among werewolves. It was common knowledge that the most dominant eye color was either brown and black among the wolves but due to the blessings of the goddess and the affinities of each wolf or whenever their abilities were in use. Their eye color changes but yet, Atarah wasn't a wolf but her eye color turns silver. "You mean my eyes don't you?" Her hair too drew unusual attention to herself. Amon nodded his head, he had only eaten a bit of his food since the conversation started. "It's very unusual for a human to have silver eyes, according to the books. I have read."

She could not have been communicating with me through my thoughts and my mind. And if she was indeed Ezza, what was the sorcery that she has tried to put me on? How come I was hearing her voice inside my head? How was it possible that she was here, and she knows me, and basically said that "I am her and she is me"? However, I was guessing that the woman had noticed the confused look on my face because she answered my unfinished question and did something unpredictable and disquieting. "No, dear, I am not her, but I am a very close one—" the woman then slowly sank to her knees with her fisted left arm over her right chest, as she bows her head and she said, "we've been waiting for you for so

Author's Note Hi my lovely readers,it's my prayer that you are all good. I appreciate those who have joined me on this journey of my emotionless Goddess.I have decided to make a few changes to the characters to make the story more spicy..our Miranda has Just turned into a seductress... We shall have others too. Stay tuned and see what graces us next. Don't forget to check my other two stories here: seducing My Heartless Husband and Lucifer's redemption.