Oba Goddess Novels & Stories

Long ago, when the Moon Goddess slept inside the cradle of oblivion, Comba was the only god of the world. Just like how the Moon Goddess blessed the werewolves with their wolf counterparts, Comba blessed the witches with the ability to command the nature at will across the seven seas.

He tells her. “The Goddess came to you?” Shaba asked. “She did.” “How?” “She used the girl.” He answered her. “Then you are a fool. Felan is just as possessed as our son.” “No…” He started to say, but was cut off by Shaba. “She played you. She showed you a lie.” Shaba tells him. “No, Shaba. I am not. Everything the Goddess showed me has come true.” “I guess we will just have to agree to disagree then.” She tells him. “No, take her.” Nezerra says as a group surrounds her and grabs her.

Her eyes were silver and she wore a silver dress that shimmered in the blue light. Azura was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty. “Come my child,” the woman spoke, her voice so serene. Azura stepped closer. “I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said softly. “Why? Who are you?” Azura asked curiously. “I am your mother and mother of all wolves. I am the goddess of the moon. I am Selene,” she replied with an earnest smile. Azura was taken aback at her response. “But what can I do for you?” Azura said confusedly. “My child, you are special. You are my gift to my children. You are the key to end Leus’s evil,” she said smiling again. Azura was still confused. “But..how am I suppose

OA can react, I did not say the exact length of the year. I grabbed his arm to continue walking because we stopped for a minute due to his shock, "Yes" I nodded. "Veona is proud, it took years but she still hasn't been able to apologize. Little by little the people of Mythogaia forgot about Veona being the Goddess of the Moon, she became a goddess because of Nephente right? That means if no one believes her existence she'll lose her power and will be a mortal again." A mortal who will possess a curse.

As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darkness and shadow. Yet the light of Usha was never merely symbolic. It was power itself, a force that could forge warriors and creatures of might. From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike.

"Let me take a guess. Was your wife once a sacrifice for her villagers as a ritual for the prosperity of the village?" "Yes, exactly ...," Hugo's eyes widened, surprised to hear his guess hit the nail on the head. "You are right." "Then I'll continue to the next question. Who was the god or goddess that the village worshiped at that time?" "Goddess of prosperity, Áine." His eyes narrowed at once when he heard the name of the Celtic goddess he hated the most. One of the gods and goddesses who were selfish, proud, and enjoyed the humans who worshiped them. As if they were the ones who created all living things on this 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.

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

I shook in fear as she stalked closer to me. Saoirse stood by my side, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the brewing storm. She moved forward, her voice composed but commanding, sensing the tension. "Apologies, goddess haiti." Saoirse's words pierced the stillness like a blade as they hung in the air. Goddess Haiti's eyes wavered, melting into uncertainty as they passed between you and Saoirse. Her hair was fiery orange, and her eyes were auburn. I could guess she was also a goddess of the sun.

He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not. Taking a breath of relief; She kept the jar in the middle of the house as the fog started to appear in front of her once again; Roy took the human formats he looked at Maya. Taking a few steps close to Maya; he looked at her; " Where is that man? " He asked. Too shaken to answer him Maya pointed towards the bedroom; Roy nodded; " you have to wait until the next new moon, on the new moon I will possess his body totally, " Roy said.