Myth Of The Moon Goddess 소설 & 이야기

"So, are you going to tell me?" "Okay, I will. So, the moon goddess, or Selene, as she was called then was the daughter of a wrathful god, Hyperion. She was beautiful and had many suitors from a young age, which pleased his father to no end. His father was proud of her but her pride and arrogance always got in the way of her being great and being good to others."

I find it incredibly endearing. After a couple minutes she gets the whole thing and taps her fingers on the leather. “It seems crazy old. What’s it about,” she asks, looking up at me. I lick my lips, thrilled to have any level of attention from her. Those eyes feel like they look into my soul. “It’s the story of how we came to exist. The Moon Goddess was so beautiful and desired. Her father had to make strong warriors to watch out for her, make sure she was safe and protected,” I explain.

Zoya’s P.O.V In the beginning, when the world was young and life was just beginning to stir, there was a goddess who watched over it all. She was the Moon, a beacon of light in the darkness, and her name was whispered on the lips of all who gazed up at her in wonder. The Moon was a kind and loving goddess, but she also had a wild and untamed side. It was this side of her that inspired her to create the werewolves. She crafted them from her own essence, imbuing them with her strength and power.

(Dahlia) The people are silenced by the moon. Surprised gasps follow as they look up. The first and last time it turns this red and fiery was when the Moon Goddess descended to give protection to her children against all the other vile creatures. That was the time she granted the ancestors the power to shift and protect themselves. But the Moon Goddess does not make an appearance tonight. Until the bitter end, she abandons me. Then again, I’ve never been her favorite child.

Jay asked. According to the ancient legend of the Moon Goddess, she was the creator of the night world and every supernatural species to exist. She created the souls, vessels, and their journey bit by bit, but another celestial being carefully penned down the journey of the creations she made. This celestial being was often referred to as the Author or, to be exact, Fate. They wrote the fate of the living beings as the Author while the Moon Goddess was the storyteller.

However, we never communicated back under the instructions of my mother. I decided to go to the celestial realm where our Mother was living there. In the vast field of lavender field, Mother was levitating there looking up at the two moons in the sky. One was a full moon and the other one was a crescent moon. The sky looked a purplish black with some stars like decorations. It looked so wonderful every time I was visiting here. "Sicilia." I flinched when Mother turned around. The Moon Goddess... She was the creator of the mundane world. She is the Goddess of the Werewolves and the Universe. We worshipped Her every single day for being the deity as well as She was the Goddess of the Moon.

I pulled out the tablet that Riley had given me for my Supernatural Council education and tried to search for information on the Moon Goddess. The first record I found seemed to be a general entry about who and what the “Moon Goddess” as she was called among werewolves, was. According to the records, the Moon Goddess was believed to be a witch of extraordinary abilities. Her affinity for magic granted her the ability to shape-shift into a wolf. Some speculated that she was also the creator of the werewolf virus. She became known as the Moon Goddess to werewolves due to being able to control them when they shifted under the full moon. They said that every time a new Moon Goddess was born, sh

“ Have you gotten your ears and your eyes back now?” She was asked. Her mind drifted back to Elora, the memories, the laughter, the tease. Her fingers curled. “ The thing I must never lose. My love for them. My compassion. My words. My promises. But I forgot about them all, and indeed caused the death of the innocent.” Her head dropped sadly. “ I'm not fit to continue being the moon goddess.” The God of the sun smiled. “ Looked like you've learned your lesson, seeing how you sacrifice your own life for your vessel.”

The moment my consciousness sank into boundless darkness, I thought it was the end. But then, warmth seeped into me. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the moon goddess again. "...Dear moon goddess?" I whispered, my voice echoing in the vast, starry void. "My mission failed. I didn't win anyone's love." The Goddess's compassionate gaze fell upon me, her ethereal voice echoing through the space, reaching the very depths of my being. [Child, according to our agreement, with the failure of your mission and confirmation of your death, your consciousness should have completely dissipated.]

Seven months and eighteen days, she carried her baby in her womb and he had stolen the breath of life from his lungs while he was inside of her. Evander knew that his wife wanted to be left alone. He could feel her need to be by herself for a bit in order to let herself break down. His wife is a strong and stubborn woman. She would hold herself together in front of others in order to keep her image, but once she was in solitude, she could truly allow herself to feel strong emotions. Doing what he did best, he ran outside to his barn and grabbed his bow and a sheath of arrows. He tossed both over his shoulder and ran deep into the woods behind their house. He would give his wife time to griev