Orisa Mythic Skin Season 8 Novels & Stories

"I’m giving them back their souls. Look at them! They can talk! They can remember their names!" "At what price?" Victor stopped three feet away. He looked at Maya. "Who is she?" "She’s none of your business," Malakai stepped in front of her. "She’s a distraction," Victor snapped. He looked at the worshippers. "Listen to me! The Gift of Skin is a lie! It’s temporary! You need to prepare for the next shift! We need to fortify the upper levels!" "No!" The woman from before stood up. She pointed a trembling finger at Victor. "The Old Beast wants us to suffer! He wants the fur! Malakai gives us the light!"

"But I am the conductor!" The surge of energy back-flowed from the global grid and hit the Throne Room like a physical tidal wave. Isabella was ripped from the Elder Mother statue, her quartz skin shattering into a million pieces of harmless dust. She didn't die: she was simply "uninstalled" from reality, her resonance scattered into a billion human hearts across the planet.

someone shouted pointlessly, because there is nowhere to hide from a falling sky. Sienna stepped into the open and lifted her face so the city could see their queen look unafraid of the thing that had fed their tides and their myths and their madness. The crescent at her wrist blazed. Lunaris rose under her breastbone like a tide summoned by a second moon. The goddess wanted out. Sienna kept her in with a hand on an unseen door. “Stay with me,” she said under her breath. She didn’t clarify which of them she meant.

Golden hair framed a face glowing with nervous sincerity, her soft eyes darting as if overwhelmed by the attention. And the Goddess had given her more than a gown—she radiated divinity. A faint shimmer clung to her skin, a subtle aura that whispered ‘Chosen’. The crowd sighed like a single body. Seren pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh my God. She sparkles.” [Correction: That is the divine aura of the Moon Goddess.] “Divine aura, glitter bomb. Same thing.” The System blinked. [Attraction rate of Heroine: +15.]

Roaring in impotent fury, the more he struggled, the more he was stuck in entwined vines. “Now this is your chance.” Oshe thrummed with eagerness to bite, Elegbara’s plight returned some courage into my breast for I drew the enchanted double bladed axe and smote with all the strength in my limbs. Oshe was true for it bit the trapped god, his bellow of surprise rather than pain shook the forest floor, for the first time in a thousand years Elegbara felt pain, in a burst of divine strength; he showed me why he was Orisha for the black flame from his single horn became an inferno as I raced for cover.

I needed him. “Am I not enough for you, Cupcake?” Dante asked playfully, as he smacked my ass and pulled my hair, hard. “Aww, fuck Dante, you’re more than enough.” I moaned in response to Dante’s punishment of my ass cheek. Osiris removed his clothes and walked over to the bed fully naked, and fully erect. Si has this beautifully smooth coffee colored skin, and a scent that combines coffee and caramel. Si looks like an Egyptian God. Osiris’s piercing turquoise eyes are by far his most mesmerizing feature.

Orav can't see behind the wall of vines, but she heard the child's cry as well as the weeping of the mother and that made her feet colder than it already is. Then, her mind felt a poke. A soft one, at first, but it quickly became a jab when she attempt to block the link. Her wrath resurfaced when she heard the voice. And slowly, the large beast approaches her, golden eyes slits with hunger. "Aidi tur'as kaisi, Bayah?" Can't you see it, Bayah? His voice is cold and taunting, addressing her for the rightful title in their native tongue. Bayah. The highest oracle. The conduit of the moon's power. Yet, as respectful as her title was, he say it with such mockery.

Sophia and Isak nodded in agreement. “You're tied to the new gods... the Olympians... We're talking about magic older than the Moiras!” Sophia added, then I saw her close her eyes and take a deep breath. “Let's go! I want to get out of here! Take a shower and get rid of this goo.” “Better not throw it anywhere... It could easily contaminate the water system... We don't want any mutations out there!” Khalid said and then looked at Perseus. “Use your aura and the power of Helios to burn this goo, you have the ability!”

the man rolled his eyes, walking over to the window, “Everyone seems to think that they can walk right in and out of our apartment as they please,” Damon complained. “Actually, I teleported.” “What do you want?” Stefan added. Hoisting his shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo on his upper arm, it was identical to the ones the brothers have, but it was surrounded by small bruises, “You're not the only one the oracle paid a visit,” he mumbled. “What's— what's going?” I whispered. “This is Isaac, he— was your mothers' guru,” Damon uttered.

The comfortable feeling turns and begins to burn inside her. She looks down at her hands and the green-and-yellow light bubbles under her skin. To her great horror, she sees the skin suddenly crack. She screams in pain as the light pulls and rips under her skin, a tear rips open in her chest and the oracle shatters like broken glass. The light pours out and shoots over the glass fragment and disappears into the sky with a whistling sound. Left on the ground lies her crown with the dark emeralds shining in a somber green glow over the scattered shards of glass.