Skyrim Goddesses Novels & Stories

Queen Leia asked hopefully, her face now stained with tears. "I don't know. I couldn't give you an answer because I am not in the Promise Land anymore." "Promise Land?" everyone mumbled. "Yes, it's where the Gods and Goddesses lived." Layla answered. "Does that mean you are also a Goddess?" Sabrina blurted out. “You could say that.” Layla replied with hidden meaning. “I thought Xandra, Val, Willow, Damona and Demonise are just Alex spirits. It turned out they are sisters. A sextuplet. I couldn’t imagine it.” Sabrina uttered.

But none of the books could satisfy my questions. “The Women of Wicca Family” A thick dusty book that was kept at the bottom of the shelf with an unattractive cover. ‘Hundreds of years ago, when gods and goddesses in the universe were in perfect balance and harmony. Earth failed with nothingness. The goddess named Erethe was young and innocent, however being the youngest goddess became a problem. She faced discrimination for being the weakest, hated for being the youngest, and downgraded for being less experienced. The only god that has shown interest in her was named Kyro the god of water. The strongest god and the most admired god in the universe. The naïve goddess fell for his sweet words

The moonlight seemed to dance around the goddess, casting an ethereal glow that added to her divine beauty. The Moon Goddess extended her hand and helped Kaerlia to her feet. Kaerlia's words were sincere and desperate as she pleaded for assistance. The goddess regarded her with a serene expression, understanding the weight of Kaerlia's request. "Rise, my child," the Moon Goddess said gently, her voice as soothing as the softest lullaby. Kaerlia stood, but her grip on the goddess's arm remained tight, a reflection of her urgency and deep concern. "Please, goddess, help me save Crescent Hills, save your people, save the Supreme Alpha King," Kaerlia implored. The goddess's luminous white eyes,

How had he not known that they would want more than just a place to live? “So, as it is right with the moon deities, let us present our pack before them. As children of the moon, let us call upon the moon goddess Selene , the wolf god of war and vengeance, Fenrir, the wolf goddess of love and abundance Freya, and the Guardian wolf, Zion, to strengthen us today as we declare the birth of Genesis.” The elder said and in unison they howled. “SELENE! FENRIR! ZION! FREYA!”

“You should feel honored, Selena. Few have ever witnessed such power before their demise.” But before he could take another step, the sky above us rumbled with an earth-shaking force. “Not so soon, Kaelvor!” The thundering voice shook the ground beneath us, and I turned my head just in time to witness a breathtaking sight. Descending from the heavens, engulfed in blazing flames, was God Pyrrhos, the mighty god of fire. His golden armor gleamed under the eerie red moons, his eyes burning like molten lava. Beside him, radiant yet fierce, stood Goddess Sylvara, the deity of wisdom, her presence exuding an unshakable power. Her silver robes shimmered, her gaze sharp and piercing.

Dreadful icons were added to her pictograph completely changing her work while she continued with her chant, ignorant of the changes. "An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!"

The Crone’s continued, "The Old Crone Goddess has led them to the Realm of the Dead." Jamie wiped some of the tears away with her sleeve and said "The Old Crone.. but, but...she is the Goddess of Revenge! Why would she do that?" The old woman rolled her eyes and said "What are they teaching you, youngsters, these days? I knew people were getting less intelligent, but seriously? The Old Crone Goddess is a High Goddess. She is the Goddess of Graveyards, Necromancy, and Mischief. Revenge falls into the mischief bit!" She gave Jamie a quick wink before continuing, "Being connected to death means she can, on occasion, guide souls on."

"Well years ago she lost her children to her sister because of this war. The same war separated these sisters_" "What are you talking about? None of this makes sense" Lucy countered. "It never does" "But Ahriman is the goddess of CHAOS, how does she have children?" Lucy asked. "Ahriman is more of a title than a name" Ri explained. "And how do you know all this because this is news to me" Her dad asked. "I don't know" She shrugged. "What is wrong with you? You are different" Lucian asked. "Can we forget I said anything?"

At the end of the walkway, there was just one door—a door that led to a room I hadn’t entered since I first arrived. I pushed open the door to the room that held stone statues towering hundreds of feet above me. I stared at the one in the center—Selene, the goddess of the moon and creator of shifters. They had a similar building in the Capitol open for everyone to visit, where not only the goddess of the shifters but also those of witches were honored. I circled the room, looking at the other goddesses illuminated by the glass ceiling. Artemis, the goddess of the wilderness, the hunt, and wild animals.

“That’s not possible. It would kill you. All three of you.” “Eh… The Moon Goddess and The Goddess of Witchcraft are besties. They figured out a way to do it the last time Kas and I were here.” I shrug and count off on my fingers. “Not to mention, Kas has an in with Psyche, Eros, Hades, Persephone, Melinoë, Pan, and Circe, who have their own side thing going on, apparently. Not to mention Hephaestus, Hedone, and the rest of the Erotes. Aphrodite, on the other hand, she can fuck off.”