Minor Greek Goddesses Novels & Stories

Let us all be frustrated. “If I may,” Fredja asks. “Who put up the barrier for your family?” “Our deity,” he answers. “You would know her as the Moon Goddess.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter. “No offense but I am getting really tired of this goddess.” “Damien!” I look over at her and see her glaring at me. “What?!” I ask. “How can you say that?” she demands. “She is our goddess!”

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."

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.

Amber started as she tilted her head left to right in an unsure way. " There's a God of Love?!" Manor choked out through a cough. " I heard of Zagerust God of curiosity, Givendale God of peace, Asil Luna Goddess of Healing, Lexi Bathory God of Virtue, Exinious God of War and Helder God of Knowledge but not Rhane..." I listed all the gods on one hand but failed to recall this Rhane. " You're forgetting about Misaki." Manor barked. " What is she, god of again?" Terrius wondered out loud.

At the end of the walkway, there was just one door—a door that led to a room I hadn’t entered since I first arrived. I pushed open the door to the room that held stone statues towering hundreds of feet above me. I stared at the one in the center—Selene, the goddess of the moon and creator of shifters. They had a similar building in the Capitol open for everyone to visit, where not only the goddess of the shifters but also those of witches were honored. I circled the room, looking at the other goddesses illuminated by the glass ceiling. Artemis, the goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, and wild animals.

"So you are trying to tell me that someone actually created us- the gods?" Fate scoffs. "Where exactly did you get this lie from." “Minerva is the queen of my children- the werewolves, she doesn’t tell lies, she’s a fey too remember.” The Moon Goddess’s eyes narrows immediately at the other gods in the room but particularly on Fate. “You know that so why deny what I am telling you.” The person she refers to scoffs at her.

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

Athena, the goddess of Wisdom. And the one person Leonidas was not sure he wanted to meet. His Patron, Hestia, the goddess of the Earth. All three goddesses sworn to remaining virgins for as long as they lived their immortals life. "I know it is hard to take in-" "Excuse me?" Leonidas repeated.

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

Seeing me stare at them, Morpheus who seemed to self appoint himself as the middle person came forward. “This is Mnemosyne, the Goddess of memory,” he introduced. She gave me a gentle smile in return. I have never heard of her before now, but she seemed to have a significant presence. “And this is Eos, Goddess of the dawn,” he said, pointing to the Goddess who was ogling Adrian. I wanted to glare at her but instead gave her a sickly sweet smile. She looked at me blankly for a moment before giving a small nod at me. “It’s nice to meet you all,” I announced.