Pandora Goddess Novels & Stories

I nodded at her, and she raised her hands towards me. "I, Mnemosyne, Goddess of memories, vow that I will grant you the memory you desire in exchange for you fighting with us in the coming war," she said in a deep voice that resonated with power. "I, Rhea, known as Nemesis, the Goddess of vengeance, promise that I will fight along with the Olympian Gods in the war against Titans and demons in exchange of the memory I ask for," I vowed and placed my hands on top of hers. A wind picked up in the room and I felt power crackling around us. I knew that the promise was binding and now there was no choice left for me. I was already in the war before it ever began…

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

Every part of his body was screaming from the heat. You can't blame him,his woman was the true definition of a fairy. She had the best sculpted oval shaped face. Her eyebrows resembled butterfly wings. Her lips are plump and pink. Her chestnut hair cascaded down to her waist like water Waves. To say she was beautiful was quite the understatement. She was what we call a perfect piece of art. Something that was crafted with the best of materials,with utmost carefulness and plenty of time. She had everything that a Man desired in a lady. A perfect coca-cola bottle body shape,well proportioned hips Without an ounce of extra fat. Her burst was Just perfect for his large hands. It's like she was M

I regretted being a blind, naive fool who traded her pack’s legacy for a deceitful smile. With the absolute last ounce of my fading consciousness, I screamed out to the heavens, crying into the mental link of the creator. Moon Goddess, please… hear me. If you grant me another life… I won’t make the same mistake twice. I will tear them down. I will protect my pack. Just give me another fucking chance! The world snapped. The darkness didn't linger. Gaspr! I shot upright, my lungs violently expanding as a desperate, burning gasp tore from my throat. I thrashed wildly, my hands instantly clawing at my chest, desperately searching for the jagged, sticky tear of the silver blade.

I could not take my eyes off of him, and sparks spread through my body. I felt a heat that could not be radiated inside me, wrapped in a rolling lust that ran under my skin. Hot, too hot. I had no control over what I was doing. I let out an unbearable moan then clung to Krew! Krew... My Krew. He was mine. My Mate, my man. We are bound by the bond Moon Goddess gave us! A sweet spring seemed to well up inside me. You want him! Orchid! Hurry! Touch him! Kiss him!

Pandora said. "Exactly! I will grant you the power to defeat the disease and the plague. Your mate will recover, and your Kingdom will prosper. In exchange," he turned to Pandora, pointing at her chest. "I want the life you carry around so carelessly. Heaven's blessing." "A life?... My life?" Pandora did not know what to make of that. "Are you deaf or just ignorant about what I-" "Do it," Pandora uttered in a flash. Her mind was blank- it was the perfect moment to choose without regrets.

she saw he just wanted to be silent, not to make her feel like a fool who her knowledge was weak, she needed to know what he was thinking or knew, so she looked seriously and asked, " Opolopo, talk to me, is the girl not who i thought she was? Tell me if i am wrong about her, tell me who Oyinda is now" she looked serious and was really obvious that she must hear what ever Opolopo had in mind concerning the girl in question, he answered by saying " i Opolopo would not call her a goddess, but she is not human also, but the things with that girl is not known by her, she is a good peaceful young innocent beautiful girl, but a god lives inside of her, and that god must be a old enemy, who only p

Vofen's POV Landa was a goddess of peace. Unlike her twin sister, Vonen, she was capable of blessing anyone or anything that gas a pure spirit. Hef goodness was wild spread except for the fact that the people who worship her to show appreciation, never did get her name. She was like that. Always doing good without asking for anything in return. That alone made her unique. It got my blue heart hard. Then it came to this time that her most treasured bracelet left her. When I asked just like everyone else that noticed it was gone, she avoided getting questioned about it. But then it came to get that that same bracelet found its way into a girl's hand.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

It was the only thing Atarah could do outside or maybe read outdoors as she always have, she fingered her necklace as she walked beside her sister. Ezra was the Alpha's blood daughter and thus Atarah sister, she took after her mother with snow white long straight hair, she was built like a doll with petite lips and small pointy nose and perfectly shaped monolid eyes, She was luscious to most people especially men. It wouldn't be surprising if she had already received proposals from suitors already. "Atarah, thank you so much for helping me carry these herbs." She spoke politely with a smile almost with a singing voice, she always acted too feminine like she wasn't strong enough to snap a goa