Romans & histoires Masked Goddess

Just before the Moon Goddess disappeared She saw the porch lights come on as Nezerra, Mack, and Ashur came running out. “Felan, are you ok? What are you doing out here?” Nezerra said as he approached her. “I was speaking with the Moon Goddess. After what happened last night, I was feeling sad and angry and my heart was hurting. The Moon Goddess helped me understand why some things happen and looked what I did.” She said as the three of them followed her gaze to the freshly bloomed flowers and the tree.

There in the middle of the dance floor were standing Sage and Jes wearing micro-mini skirts paired with tops that left a little to nothing for imaginations. With their wild hair, they perfectly fit the description of wild women the waiter had described. Raphael, Aidan, and Lucas watched them with an open mouth~ Sage was hooting while Jes was scaring guards with the raccoon that she was holding in her hands. The first thing that came into Raphael's mind was that from where in hell she had gotten that thing?

Jayden blurted out in anger. Staring at him with a blank expression, Rex kept mute until Jayden sat back down with a vicious anger. "As I was saying,” He kept on. "Jaylen is the Moon Goddess chosen Alpha. He is the Moon Goddess Choice and any attempt to go against this would result to the destruction of us all. And I don't think we want that—“ Jayden growled attempting to jump at Rex, but he got beaten to it by his twin brother. "No way! No way this is really happening!" Jaylen stood up with rage.

A full moon lit up Brida her face as she was preparing for the sacred ritual to honor the Moon Goddess. Every 100 years the planets aligned and in that moment a connection could be made with the Moon Goddess herself. Brida was a werewolf and a sorceress. She had been chosen to function as a portal to the Moon Goddess. There was no greater honor except maybe being sacrificed. Three virgin She-Wolves would be sacrificed to show the goddess their willingness for receiving her wisdom.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

“F*ck!“ David yelled. “What the hell am I going to do now?“ He slumped to the ground, his eyes twitching in pain and confusion. Suddenly, he heard a voice. “Who're you?“ David turned to look at the owner of the feminine voice he heard. It was a lady who looked in her late twenties or very early thirties. She was leaning on the door frame of the last flat. “I'm—I'm Nora and Catherine's friend,” he nervously replied, seemingly forgetting that his identity was being shielded by the mask. “They never come home with male friends… and I'm damn sure they both don't have one.“ Her eyes glared suspiciously at him from head to toe. “So… who are you? You can remove the cap and mask now.“

An area where women could be obtained for a night of fun. It didn’t matter much to Ethan who looked around the street as he walked. Women leaned against walls looking at passing cars with calculated gazes. “You lost?” A calm voice asked with a trace of sarcasm. A girl stood leaning against a light post, her raven hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves and a sleek leather jacket that added an edge to her look. A lace black masquerade mask hid half her face but her intelligent eyes stared at him with curiosity and her red lips had a hint of a smile on them.

But seeing how Nina plunges into the seat in front of me unbothered due to her black fitted off-shoulder mini dress, has me feeling a bit jealous. She crosses her legs, showing off her black high heels with a slingback decorated with little diamonds. Passing me the cigarette package, she lights her cigarette and passes me the lighter too. Nina is wearing a black mask with silver embellishments, matching her blingy shoes. Her copper-blond hair is tied up into a loose bun while I chose to wear my hair open and straightened.

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.