Roman Goddess Venus Novels & Stories

He said. “Oh, my! Such a lovely name for a beautiful woman like you. Please sit. I am so sorry for keeping you standing.” Venus mused, closing up the distance between herself and Nina. “It is so nice to meet you, Nina. Let me do a proper introduction since Xander deprived us of that. I am Venus.” Nina managed to smile. “It's nice to meet you, ma’am.” “Call me Venus, please. So, how far gone are you?” She asked, staring intently at the belly like she desired to have a peep inside.

Venus Venus had been helping the wounded who were scattered all over the front lawn of Melody’s parent’s home. Melody was the one with the first aid training, but Venus had learned enough from her dear friend over the years that she at least knew how to bandage a wound here and there, and with Melody helping Gabriella, she didn’t want to crowd her friend. They were all still in such pain over Zion’s disappearance. It was frustrating to know that her mother was a goddess and she wasn’t helping them! Did her mother even know she was caught in the middle of this incredibly large war?! Did she even care?

I said, motioning to the empty chairs at the table. “My Goddess. It is an honour to meet you, I too offer my loyalty” the next woman spoke. She was tall, slim and quite striking to look at. Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious and dark eyes.

The Moon seemed bright and dipped everything in silver light. Marcus and Livia stumbled the steps. Inside the temple they sank before the statue on the knees. Her fingers were intertwined, the purple band lighter than ever. “Venus Genetrix,” Marcus whispered with a hot voice. “Mother of the Romans. We are here. We gave everything. Show us the way.” Livia put her free hand on the cold marble foot of the goddess. Blue fire escaped her fingers and mixed with Marcus’ golden magic. The purple light spread out, fled over the statue, and let them look alive for a moment.

I add. “I saw that in the album,” she says, sounding weary. How can I make her happy? I draw in a deep breath and stare at the vacant, starless sky through the loose window. This time when I smile to myself, I’m fully mindful of why. “You wanna hear a story?” I ask the quiet girl resting her head on my shoulder. “Yes,” she replies. Gleaming, as a specific memory overruns my mind, I think Mad should hear this. “Venus glowed with a steady, silvery light, radiating pure beauty. She is the goddess of love. Her two primary divine lovers were her husband, Vulcan, and Mars, also known as Ares. Their love was forbidden.”

Her eyes glowed like precious stones, and the white part of her hair shone brightly. A gust of wind strong started to blow around us, sending several books to the ground. I gasped watching her, not knowing what to do. She seemed like she was in a trance. “Jovita, daughter of Roshen, son of Ra, the one who bears the sacred mark, it is an honour to meet you”, a strange, echoing, loud female voice said, startling me. Maybe Gibson wasn't talking gibberish, Jovita was more than just a werewolf.

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

“Tonight, under the eyes of the Moon Goddess, we crown a new Alpha King. Alpha Maxim, step forward.” I moved to the altar. My boots echoed on the stone floor as I matched forward. Venus was standing a little behind me, dressed in a flowing silver gown that shimmered like moonlight. She had purchased it this afternoon. Venus' eyes stayed locked on mine—strong, steady, daring me not to falter. Elder Kael lifted a dagger, its blade thin and old. He cut my palm and held my hand over the altar. My blood dripped onto the stone, sizzling as it touched the runes.

"Has Venus admitted her mistake?" "Mr. Dalio… Madam… she jumped off the building."

Or maybe restoring the boundary spell took more than three hours. Venus is sleeping in the chair. Her mouth opens as her head is falling backwards in the chair. And I find a bit of a drool if I am being honest. But Alonso is standing in front of the room Marissa is kept in. "Who is this girl, by the way?" I ask Alonso. "A Rogue Venus and I found when we were on our way back to this pack. She was raised by Rogues but her blood runs red," he tells me. Okay. That doesn't explain why he is fond of her.