My Lady Is A Warrior Goddess Novels & Stories

I asked, and she grinned. “Oh, this old lady knows things,” she said and tapped her head. “Go ahead, ask what you want.” I took a deep breath, suddenly feeling nervous. “I overheard something earlier,” I said, “Between Samual and Brighid.” “That’s the faerie lady?” Caroline asked, and I nodded. “Yes, that’s right,” I said, “She is the Divine Warrior for the fae.” Caroline frowned. “She is old, that one,” she said, “I think she is tired too.” I frowned at her words but carried on.

where did she? “I did not survive the primal wars just to be wasting my time with petty Goddesses.” It dawned on her. This bitch is Freya Lancaster, one of the most powerful Elf mages that existed. She was a legend even among secondary Gods. She and the big three Gods worked hand in hand in defeating Cronus. But they all thought that she was old and withered by this time. Elves do not possess the life span of a God. The war happened a long time ago, Demeter, her mother was not even in the picture. Then how?

The dress she wore was brightly colored, with an array of patterns that seemed to move as she did. “I’m all about balance. You’ll find most of us are. Galen, my consort, is as much a part of me as I am of him. Chaos and Order will always go together. Both must be preserved, or we’ll all perish.” Lina stepped up to the red-haired Goddess and gave her an appraising look. “So, Ulrich is the God of War, and this lady is the Goddess of Chaos. Who are you?” “May 16th, approximately 2:13 in the morning.”

I pulled her close against my chest and she went stiff. "You're a better fighter than me and the way you wield your sword reminds me of a great female warrior." "Who is she?" She whispered, staring into my eyes. I smiled, recalling the story mother always told me about the female warrior. I never really understood why there was a female warrior yet female wolves weren't allowed to fight. Mother always said she was a goddess, the goddess of hunting and wild nature and even the tradition that stopped females from fighting could never stop her because she was a fighter and she would always fight whatever stood in her way of living her dream.

Not sure I fully believe what she is spouting. Looking back at her sister, she smirks. “Gumption, I like it.” Turning back to me, she rolls her eyes, “I really hate the insinuation that I cannot be all those women. I am the Goddess of War foremost, for Jupiter’s sake! Are you humans so daft to think the art of disguise and infiltration is not part of that?”

And although, the present generation of the lower class of Luna Kingdom had been riled up severally by their parents to fight back and save them from this brutality that the higher clan imposed on them even using their ancestors sacrifice as a catalyst, they stayed put. They weren't going to go against the beasts that could almost predict anything. That is to say that the wolves had very keen senses, their sight, hearing, smell, super fast reflexes and above all the use of magic that was bestowed upon them by a goddess made them invincible. So if they were to ambush them, just a slight snap of a twig and their heads would already be sent meters away from their bodies. Even they felt that the

"Partly. But mostly, it’s about you." My stomach tightened. "Shit. I knew it, I just didn't want to accept it." She smiled, then took a slow sip of her tea before setting the cup down carefully. "Tell me, Kayla… have you ever heard of the Valkyries?" I blinked at the sudden shift. "...The warrior women from legends?" Lady Elizabeth leaned forward slightly. "They were not just legends. Once, they were rulers. Protectors. Gods in their own right. They wielded power that few could match, leading armies, shaping kingdoms, and striking fear into those who dared to oppose them."

"Even though for me, your sister and your cause were really meaningless, I still wish you the best of luck. I will be the one to explain to Anda later. However, let me warn you, Andalapit's temper is not really good and she really hates deities like you who dwell in the Skyworld." The woman's eyes had traces of laughter for an unknown reason. "Actually, you don't have to warn me. It's me who should apologize in advance because my sister Mayari is also very notorious above for her bad temper. Unfortunately, your Andalapit is merely a fifth-generation deity so I beg your pardon in case she faces off with my sister. You know, Mayari is the goddess of moon and war. Please excuse her for that. Yo

“Tonight, we are joined by one whose name needs no introduction… but whose presence is a rare honor. You know her as a legend, a hero, the fiercest defender of the Aetherborn way. A woman feared, revered, and loved in equal measure.” The stands broke into a wild roar, students leaping to their feet. Screams of joy, applause like thunder. Nyx’s lips curled faintly. “Behold, The Lady.” The gates opened, and she appeared. Clad in armor black as midnight and trimmed in silver flame, the Lady moved with terrifying grace. Her presence swallowed the arena; even her silence demanded worship. Her long hair, pale as moonlight, flowed behind her, and her eyes, burning amethyst seemed to see into every

NOT good. The screaming, shouting and yelling began. The house leaders were standing up, shaking fingers and launching threats at one another. Me? I was trying to recall who Ishara was. She eventually became Ishtar, Goddess of War. In the Old Kingdom Hittite she was also the Goddess of Oaths, Love and Medicine. The only three people at the table not going nuts where St. Marie, Hayden and the woman at her side. That woman was looking at her tablet intently. Once more the group reached consensus and I was still boned. I was still a male, so my lineage meant nothing. I wasn't part of the Host. Hayden took another deep breath, acknowledging this second decision.