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A Time for Strength
“The Menae are fifty children of the Moon Goddess and the human king Endymion. Modern times say they represent the fifty months of the four-year Olympiad cycle.”
He and Bronx go back and forth on what it could mean, while I look at the image of a beautiful woman holding a baby with gray hair and purple eyes. There’s a man who looks like a king standing next to her. Dozens of children surround them. The artist’s rendition of the scene is pretty impressive. The book is over 400 years old, but the paint colors are vibrant as the day they touched the paper.
“Mother.” Justice says wistfully.
“Is that really what the Moon Goddess looks like?”
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Reborn Of The Malicious Woman
, Lucas responded.
“.……Ojousama..”, Natalie was dumbfounded.
"................", Oceane had a blank expression on her face.
Audelia was so pissed off right now. Why? Because the divine artifact that she got from Ultimia was different from the one she used during her training. This divine artifact was embedded into her soul, it had the shape of a rose crystal with golden color with a little red in it.
‘He said he wants to strengthen the artifact..’
‘I should know better than to trust that damn God..’
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Alpha Kaden: THE PRIMORDIAL HYBRID
It would have been completely dark inside, except that the light of the rising sun peeked through some of the boarded windows
I entered another stretch of a room which had more art and two sets of double doors along the center wall. The room held mixed statues depicting wolves, half-naked lycans, and more figures of the moon goddess. One statue she was holding the moon in her hands, a circle of wolves under her with their heads tilted back howling. Another statue was about the moon goddess with a bow and arrow, pointing at something in the distance while a large wolf stood protectively next to her. I touched the arrow tip carefully before turning to try one of the double doors.
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Mated to my Enemy Alpha King
This is just too messed up.
I take a deep breath and march down the rest of the stairs. A painting on the end catches my attention, compelling me to stop and stare at it.
In the painting, a glowing woman with beautiful green hair floats in the air. Her features are blurred but in the light that shines around her, she looks like an Angel...or maybe, A Goddess.
Besides the floating woman, there is another image of the same Goddess, now bound into shackles as a man stands in front of her.
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One Night With Ex's Alpha Boss
She puts her right fist over her heart in some sort of salute and moves to the front of the group.
The group leads me to a strip of clothing stores off the main street, and Claire gasps. She makes a beeline for a little pop-up cart that has figurines, and because I’m curious, I follow.
“These are amazing,” she whispers, picking up a slightly blue colored glass figure of a woman. “This is Moon glass, the only substance, other than moon stone, that we believe to be spiritually connected to the Goddess, kind of like how humans believe crystals have special abilities.”
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The Billionaire’s Red
I did and he came in after me, shutting the door behind us.
The room was huge and held different arts. It felt like I was at an art exhibition. I was admiring the little paintings and statues that was until I caught sight of the huge standing statue at the corner of the room.
I gasped suddenly, covering my mouth with my hands. Slowly I walked over to the corner of the room my hands reached out to touch the statue of the goddess of women, marriage, and children, Hera. I could imagine just how happy my mom would be if she had got to see the statue.
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The Red moon Goddess
I was going to kill them all.
I held up my hands, faking surrender as the ground shook Beneath my feet, my power surfacing once more, empowering me more than ever before. I could feel the moon goddess cheering me on, as though Selene herself was witnessing this battle. Telling me to win.
I threw my power forward, and with a gust of wind and several cries of agony, the rogues were withering on the ground, crying and screaming as their bodies failed them, their bones shattering and crumbling within their bodies. I was crushing them from the inside out, ensuring that they would never hurt another souls again.
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Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden collection
“You write with surprising hunger for someone who claims academic detachment.”
My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… appreciate the subject matter, sir. That’s all.”
“Sir.” His eyes darkened with something like approval. “We’ll see how well that word fits you.”
He led me deeper. Each gallery grew more intimate. A small chamber held oil paintings of women pleasuring themselves before mirrors, fingers glistening, eyes heavy-lidded with need.
Another displayed ancient Greek vases where satyrs claimed willing nymphs in graphic detail.
Voss stopped in front of a marble group: a goddess on her knees, wrists bound loosely with carved vines, her lover standing over her, fingers tangled in he
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Fighting History (Fighting For Love 4)
“I hope it’ll all be OK.”
“Me too. So, just wait here just a bit longer, and I’ll have someone come and get you when Rita’s in the transplant ICU ward.”
“Thanks.”
Carrie glanced at the sketch pad on the chair. “You drew those?”
“Yeah.”
“What are they? Dancing women?”
“Apsaras. Female spirits from Hindu and Buddhist mythology, usually associated with water and air – with clouds, mostly.”
“Wow.” Carrie stared at the drawings. “They’re beautiful.”
Maggie blushed. “Thanks. They’re for that big commission I told you about.”
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The Goddess Vessel
He said handing them to me.
I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first.
The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame
"When the moon weeps in silver tears,
Where silence echoes through the years,
And five fangs causes her pain,
A child shall rise, with fire in her veins,
Her soul alight, with shadowed blade,
She shall walk paths where many fear,
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I stumbled upon 'Oya: In Praise of an African Goddess' while digging deeper into mythology beyond the usual Greek or Norse pantheons, and it was such a refreshing dive. The book doesn’t just recount tales; it immerses you in the cultural heartbeat of Oya’s worship—her storms, her fierceness, her role as a guardian of change. The author weaves folklore with historical context, making her feel alive, not just a distant myth. I especially loved how it contrasts her with more ‘tamed’ goddesses in Western traditions—Oya isn’t just a symbol; she’s a force. If you’re tired of the same old mythological retellings and crave something raw and vibrant, this is a gem.
What really stuck with me was the way the book connects Oya’s narratives to modern resilience. There’s a chapter linking her tempestuous energy to contemporary movements, which felt unexpectedly powerful. It’s not a dry academic read, either—the prose has rhythm, almost like oral storytelling. My only gripe? I wish it included more art or poetry inspired by her, but the depth of research more than compensates. For anyone curious about African spirituality or strong female deities, this is a must-read—it’s like discovering a whole new dimension of myth.
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