Minor Goddesses Novels & Stories

Lady Magda, a powerful vampire, a sorceress, and the third medallion keeper. In olden times she supported Lord Andrie the youngest brother of the Golden Royal werewolves King in his search for Moon Goddess, and out of love, assisting him with her powerful magic and saving his life in several quests, playing the role of a conventional helper-maiden, before abandoning her native land, the Greenland and now Wasteland. Marrying Lord Andrie and fleeing with him westwards where they settled in White Mountain.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

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.

She added and Adira’s eyes widened the more in terror. “Who you saw in your dream is the moon goddess, she showed herself to you and the punishment, looks like she’s displeased with you,” Adira tried her best to explain, she knew who it was because herself and Clarissa had once had similar encounter with the goddess, “we need to summon the priest later tonight and offer some sacrifice to appease her. This is a bad omen, what did you do?” She asked and Valerie could hear the fear in her voice which only made her fear too.

For the first time in her life, she felt desperate and hated the Moon Goddess for placing her in such a situation, for making her feel so weak, so worthless, and so unattractive. She didn't believe the wolf-less bi**h was the Emperor's mate, but all the same, she hated the Moon Goddess for making Yusria beautiful enough to attract the attention of her beloved man. "You don't need to provoke me, Lady Eradine. My mate is breathtakingly beautiful and I'm not ashamed to admit I'm captivated by her. However, since you seem desperate, I'll accept your challenge on my mate's behalf. But I have a condition..." Zeonen swept his gaze over the eager and impatient crowd and smiled evilly.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

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.

“The original four that gave a drop of blood to forge the stones were gods and goddesses. So far we have deduced it was most likely Bastet, the goddess of werecats. Morrigan herself, the witch and goddess of the forest. The great grandfather of the sky and…” “And?” Finn asked, closing in on his sister, trying to bully the answer from her. Of course, Hunji steps in front of her protectively and stares down Finn until he relaxes and takes a step back.

"I'm a goddess. My mother is Laetitia, the goddess of happiness and prosperity." "No way," Rmina says, looking at me through narrowed eyes. I giggle as I dance toward her. "That's right. I'm a goddess, and that means you have to bow to me anytime you talk to me." I stand in front of Rmina with my arms crossed. She rolls her eyes. "You don't bow to a goddess, only to the king and queen." She replies. I pull out some dust and blow it on her. When she bends over to bow to me, everyone laughs while she yells at me.