Mother Goddess Statue Totk Novels & Stories

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

I beg you! I prayed loudly and helplessly in my heart. Both of my tired eyes were bloodshot, but I dared not close them. However, the Moon Goddess did not seem to hear my prayer. I saw it. Another strong black wolf suddenly burst out from behind the door and pounced my mother to the ground. Blood bloomed like a mandala flower before my eyes, and my mother's back was torn apart by him. She tried to resist, but her strength was as weak as a puppy when facing the strong black wolf.

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.

It was as if a rock had fallen on Deya - her knees trembled, her breath caught. She was in a small room. Twilight reigned here, the windows were covered with thick curtains, but Deya knew that it was already deep night and the moon was rising. Directly in front of her is the altar of the Goddess. A white statue of a translucent solid stone depicting a girl wrapped in a long robe with wide sleeves. Hands are folded on the chest, and the face is hidden by a hood. No one has ever seen the face of the Goddess. An open hearth is built under the statue, the flame burns evenly - this is the only source of light, and because of this, strange twisting shadows crawl along the walls. Or is it dark in t

You have dedicated yourself to the Moon Goddess’ service. Save the moon water to cleanse and charge your moon altar and tools. One of the most effective ways of working with a goddess like Moona is to set up an altar or a space on your altar dedicated solely to her. A painting of the moon, a moon goddess statue, or even a few pieces of moonstone are a perfect representation of her. Horses, silver, and white are great for Moona altar decorations. Dedicate your altar space to her and tell her it was built in her honour. Leave an offering of moonstones, silver, moon water, a small horse figurine or drawing, a poem, etc. to appease her.

“ The mother is here.” “ The mother as in the Moon goddess is here?” “Yes.” “What are you talking about, what do you mean by the Moon goddess here?” Marietta asked, looking at Harley with a worried expression. “The Moon goddess hasn't been on earth for decades, so…” Harley was still talking when she got distracted by a white light bright enough to make a mere human go blind for a week or two.

The Moon Goddess whispered. The stone continued upward. "Mother..." Mortava whispered. "What is happening to me?" The Goddess grabbed her shoulders. "No! No! Stop this!" She cried. But the transformation continued. Motava's arms hardened, then her chest, neck, and face. Tears filled her eyes. "Mother..." The word barely escaped her lips before stone sealed them shut. Moments later, a lifeless stone statue stood where her daughter had been. The Moon Goddess let out a cry of anguish and slowly sank to her knees.

A massive bronze statue appeared in front of them. The statue stood nearly twenty meters tall. A massive bronze turtle sat below it, and a lifelike Scylla sat above it. That turtle was the black cooter, a mystical creature that also happened to be the god of the Iron family.

I looked around for Nania's figure, but in the temple this month, I found no one else except me.The night wind blew gently, and I returned to the temple of wolves again. I stepped over the scattered candles and porcelain fragments on the ground, and slowly walked to the milky white statue of the moon God.I raised my head and stared into the eyes of the moon God.The most revered goddess of this wolf clan, the mother of all werewolves.Also my mother.She gave me the power of magic, and she made me.It was also her who made me lose my partner.

My breath caught as I stood before the core, where the towering statue of the Moon Goddess loomed, serene and powerful, illuminated by a silvery glow that seemed to pulse with life. “Goddess!” I called out, my voice echoing through the serene temple. “I need answers, and you must give them to me,” I demanded, my tone unwavering. Staring into the carved, ethereal face of the Moon Goddess, I pressed on. “Who is the girl that keeps appearing in my dreams?” My voice trembled slightly, but I forced it to remain steady. “Is she my mate?” I paused, hoping for even the faintest sign of a response, but the silence loomed heavy around me.