Salt Goddess の小説・ストーリー

Hopefully he is. “And you’re also Salome, daughter of Selene, the goddess of the Moon and Sea. You’re a Demi goddess, powered by the divine moon, future ruler of all oceans. It’s your destiny before you ran from it in the past, but now you’ve return and I’m not letting you go again.” She stood her ground to show she meant business. I sighed in frustration, and blew out a tired sigh. Wasn’t this the same woman that wanted to prevent Lucas from unleashing the greatest evil the world will ever know?

ass and made me see her first design. “Here it is! This first dress is an off-shoulder mermaid dress. Its fabric is going to be embroidered with exquisite floral décor. I made it simple, but its simplicity will speak for itself like an extinct creature, nobody else could ever have such beauty, but only you.” Her eyes were twinkling like the stars. How I wish I have a cousin like her. She then flipped the page to show me the second design. “This one on the other hand is a trumpet dress and it will be adorned with 500 crystals. Once you walk down the aisle it will be like walking on the clouds. As the lights hit the crystals you will be entering the world of fairies. What I really wanted on bo

The off shoulder part of the dress will give an easier success to my mate's wolf to my neck. The marking ceremony was just ten minutes away, I was led to the Rosaliya's Hall, it was the hall where sacred ceremonies in the Royale Pack takes place. It was named after the first female Queen of Supernaturals. She was a vampire who was extremely powerful, she is known for impressive hand to hand combat among supernatural's world. It has a gleaming statue of the moon goddess perched on a crescent moon. The hall was just beautiful with its intricate architect and priceless jewels. The crown of moon goddess was made from the rare pink diamonds and the clearest of white diamonds I have ever seen.

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

"Thank you, Ava. Now, how about we begin to lay some foundations to our plan, huh?" My words seemed to break the young Hayden's serious train of thought and return her to the present conversation. A beautiful grin stretched across her lips as she nodded enthusiastically. She was more than ready for the new chapter of her life and I could not be happier. I'm ready too... For everything that Nova Aeria has to offer...I am ready to keep my mate at bay and live my life to the absolute fullest... Selene, goddess of the moon and our progenitor...Please watch out for us, yeah?

Because first of all, I am a fucking werewolf, and it has been embedded in our soul, been practiced by our traditions over time that we must be the dominant one—the leader-type of creature. We now reached Selena's Wall. It is a huge wall that serves as the border between the mortal realm of Moonburn and the hidden glorious village of Stella’s Soul. As the name suggests, it is the wall that has been erected by the eldest of our Triple Goddess—Selena, the Goddess of the Moon and the one who bestowed us with our exclusive gifts. Stella’s Soul, on the other hand, was crafted by its namesake—the Goddess Stella, the one who makes the stars twinkle every night and the weaver of dreams.

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

With trembling legs, she rose and pressed on. Hours passed, or lifetimes, and at last Nyra reached the final ledge, where a single stone altar stood beneath a ring of scorched pillars. The altar was carved with the sigil of the Moon Goddess: a crescent cradling a star. A pool of liquid silver lay at its center, reflecting her exhausted face. She stumbled forward and knelt, pressing her palm to the mirrorlike surface. The brand flared, igniting threads of light that spiraled across the water. Shapes danced below, visions of countless queens who had sought the Goddess’s favor, their souls lost in pursuit.

“Please help me. Please just let me go. Pick someone else. Pick someone who can hear all of this. But I—I can’t. I’m not the one. I’m weak! I’m useless! I’m not your white-haired Luna! “ The goddess made a soft sound. “I’m so sorry, Selena. But I chose you. It was not a mistake. I see the past, present, and future. You are the savior of your pack. You are my white-haired Luna. And no amount of tears or crying is going to set you free from your destiny.” “Oh, my god,” Selena cried, peeling her eyes away from the goddess. “I’m f*cked!” She placed her head on the cold dirt and continued to cry. “I’m so f*cked…” Pain overwhelmed her and she just stayed that way and cried.

On her head is a golden headband set with moon stones, on her arms she has many golden bracelets and coils. I wonder if my soul can kneel, as I have the thought I feel myself going lower, “Moon Goddess” I murmur, unsure what else to say in greeting. “Selene, we have found and brought the wearer of the Thalassa Aetheria as you requested,” Tisiphone greets Selene. “Thank you, for fulfilling my request, I realise that you must be in a hurry to return to your duties,” Selene responds. “Indeed we should return to our duties,” Allecto jumps at the chance to leave Olympus.