Mania Greek Goddess Novels & Stories

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

Any woman would kill for his attention. 'Just let me die! He's so beautiful.. God spent a century creating this fine piece.' Even the males couldn't help appreciate this beautiful Man. Giselle was not left out, in other to gain more face in her party she hurrily fix her looks and headed towards the demi god standing in the middle of a few elites of the city. "Ehm...excuse me Gentlemen, is everyone having a great time?" Giselle's playful voice got their attention.. She received warm smiles from them but she obviously got eyes for bigger fishes.

I put my hand on her knee to get her attention. “Too many olives.” She dismisses my concern and turns to Jasper. “Jasper, werewolves are polytheistic. The Greek Moon Goddess, Selene, is the mother of all of our wolf spirits. Zeus gave her permission to have a relationship with a human. The short story is, that is how werewolves came to be. There are lots of goddesses, but the Moon Goddess is the one who gave you Katie and Kara as mates.” “A Greek Goddess doles out werewolf mates to whoever she feels like?” Jasper laughs. “Sure, and I have a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn.”

CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE. A young lady who shone so brightly was sitting on a white chariot. Her silky long flowing hair is beautified with a moon shaped crown. The silver dress that she wore illuminated her surroundings as her body radiated the moonlight. She was Rhea, the moon goddess. In front of her laid a Lycan with a very muscular body marred with newly bad bruises and batters. His eyes were like a substitute of blood, very red tinted with rage and spite.

I look back down as I lick my teeth with another growl as I get off the bitch and point at her. “You’re dead.” I snarl at her. “Nina, what did you do?” Asteria still has hold of me as she turns to face the siren. “Nothing, she attacked me.” she whimpers and I laugh and so does my dad. “Do you have any idea who she or he is?” Asteria points to me and my dad and the siren shakes her head. “She is Gaia, the Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. He is Fenrir, her father. So I will ask you again. What. Did. You. Do?”

" Marga walked past me and sat on the bed. She opened the lid of the box and removed the paper that hides the costume. My heart was racing. I approached the redhead and glued myself to her side, seeing a white fabric reign at first sight. I pick it up, feeling the soft fabric, and as soon as I lift it, I see it's nothing more than a real fantasy. A beautiful Greek Goddess costume. Marga widened her eyes in a mischievous smile and I looked in disbelief at the outfit that came with some gray rope details and flowers of the same color. On the silver button that holds the garment at the shoulders was a tag, and I glanced at it. Persephone, Goddess of the earth and agriculture. Goddess of spring

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Ransom said. "Before you do that, let me set up a recording device. That way we can reference the material later if need be." My baby brother was turning into a miniature Atlas. Ten/Saint nodded their head. "You're a go," Xander said. "Anda, and her sister, Asta, are goddesses from Earth before I was born. Anda, as you know, is the Goddess of Spirit. Asta is the Goddess of Love. One of Asta's minor powers is fertility. When the Earth was young, it was not greatly populated. She bestowed powerful children on her followers. These children grew into Magicks of many disciplines. The magic system on Earth was very complex, but mostly intertwined as they all began with Asta's children."

"What did you say Petyr? You know you drive me crazy when speak Italian, I can't even guess any of the words." "You aren't supposed to be able to guess, darling." I give her a ruthless grin and walk her back to the glass. Pressed against it, she looks as glorious as the landscape behind her. She looks like a goddess, meant to be adorned in diamonds and every precious stones known to man. I shook my head to shake away syych thoughts, I had to be careful with my emotions, I didn't want to fall for any woman again. I reach out to touch the curve of her waist and flick the zipper on the side of her dress.

I sat up slowly, my movements mechanical, as though any sudden motion might cause me to shatter completely. Why? The question burned in my mind. Why would the Moon Goddess deny me something so fundamental, so essential to who I was supposed to be? I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger bubbled beneath the surface. What had I done to deserve this? Was I cursed? Forgotten? Or was I just deemed unworthy? The thoughts were relentless, each one sharper than the last. I was angry at the goddess for not granting me a wolf like everyone else. The sting of rejection was unbearable. Why did she want me to go through this? Why force me to endure the stigma, the whispers, the looks