Roman Goddess Venus Novels & Stories

How her voice would sound without the sarcasm—breathless, gasping my name instead of spitting it out like a challenge. Venus. Fitting, really. Named after a goddess, and every inch of her made me want to worship. She wasn’t classically beautiful. No, she was too wild, too sharp. Her mouth too fast. Her eyes too knowing. Her confidence? Reckless. And that made her dangerous. To my rules. My control. Because even now—dozing off in the aftermath of cheap wine and expensive pasta—she still managed to pull every bit of attention I had.

She couldn't help wishing to rip Lotus' face. Venus is famously known as the most beautiful socialite in the country. However, standing next to Lotus' fresh and smooth bare face, Venus felt like a chicken standing next to Phoenix. Although Venus had used a lot of make-up to achieve the no or minimal makeup look, standing next to Lotus' face that had no makeup made Venus feel like an ugly duckling standing next to a swan Not to mention the dress Lotus was putting on. It was clear that Lotus was putting on the Luxurey brand, but Venus had never seen the brand before, which meant that Lotus was putting on a custom-made dress.

Her hair in a bun. While Venus also has light natural makeup, her hair tumbling loose and her dress a baby pink that ended mid-thigh, synched at the waist, and flowy from the bottom with a slightly deep v neck. Pairing her look with the same colored pumps. Venus had not seen Dante the entire day, he had been out training and then had to go to the neighboring pack for some business. Around 6 she walked out of the house to see everything set up, smiling she started walking around, making sure everything was okay with her hands clasped behind her back.

Willow frowned at him, "I'm sorry, but Witchcraft and all that isn't my specialty." "No, it's alright. I was a bit confused at first myself." Willow smiled lightly before she looked back at Amira, "Artemis is the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, but the Romans identified with her of the name Diana." She holds up three fingers, "She's part of the triple Goddess with Selene or Luna in Roman and Hecate." She lowered her hand, "And yet it was Artemis that you came across?"

The healer cowers and runs for his life. “How dare he!” She cries. “A mere healer is reminding me that I am not a Lycan? HOW DARE HE?” Venus is so enraged that she throws more things around the room. She is beyond angry and vengeful at the rotten witch who did this to her. Even if Eduard hates her, Venus at least had her good looks. She was beautiful and every inch like an Empress. But now, her beauty is gone.

I'm invested at what Tristen's talking about. "Aphronus comes from the goddess of love and beauty. Aphrodite, which is the goddess of sexual love and beauty in Greek mythology. Venus, also the goddess of love and beauty but in Roman mythology. Hope you get it. My grandmother combined the name of the same goddess in different version. " Tristen just shrugged then Jairus and Hendrix just nodded. "Your grandma is lit," Hendrix said in amazement. "How about the miracle thingy? Is that legit?" Jairus asked.

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.

VENUS cried in agony. Venus is the strongest woman in a supernatural being world. She doesn't want to show how weak she is or how much strength she possessed because she loves being a mysterious kind of woman. She loves how she can impress a lot of creatures by being the moon goddess and the most beautiful girl that the highest supreme assigned. Little did she know, she will come to the moment that she'll regret everything she has in her life. Being a guardian requires a lot of work. It doesn't stop from being just a mediator between humans and foxes/werewolves/vampires.

I relaxed, he whispered in my ear and the tension returned. ‘Here or on the stairs inside?’ ‘Neither! Inanna, the goddess of risk-taking, is finished, at least for the time being, taking risks. That last moment on the Northern Line was quite a shock.’ ‘A moment we’ll neither of us forget.’ ‘I still shudder when I think of it.’ ‘So, who is it now?’ ‘My mentor says it is to be Aphrodite.’ ‘Venus to the Romans. I love Venus - the supersensual one. Do you live on the top floor?’

Litters were to carry them to the party. Trix had her maids, Fausta and Cassia, lay out a simple dress while she freshened up. Her hair was then fixed by Cassia while Fausta picked out the jewelry to go with it. Roman women of the noble class only wore gold and precious jewels seeing anything else as inferior. When she was dressed and ready Cassia and Fausta gave her a simple gift. It was a leather strap that she could use to conceal her dagger. They fastened it to her thigh and followed her out of the apartments.