Smite Goddesses Novels & Stories

“Zane says you are my mate too.” Dean chokes on his sip of coffee, his eyes flickering towards the beta Zane briefly before landing back on me. “Yes I am, don’t you feel it?” He asks. “I like your smell.” I say, “but I never knew people had dated mates, I’ve only ever known them being chosen.” “They are chosen in a way!” Eve interrupts, her voice high and sweet. “The moon goddess pairs us with those who she deems worthy.” “I am worthy of an alpha and a beta?” I ask, unsure how it all works.

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

Ruby let out a heavy sigh. “We did, but Jessica thought maybe there was more to it than just framing her. These ancient goddesses had magic and power in their own right, and she thinks maybe they were legends born of extremely powerful witches. Or maybe they’re actual goddesses that we can appeal to for our own magical needs.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Who did she think you were associated with, then?” “There’s a goddess named Vesta who is associated with the home hearth and an eternal fire.”

Zelena. “Am, am I dangerous?” I asked slowly. “Zee” Smith sighed behind me, shifting closer. When did anyone other than Gunner start calling me Zee? Though, I kind of like it. “My Goddess” Artemis said, leaning a little closer and looking at me with a softer face, “You strong and have big power. Danger come with emotion. Be calm, relax and stay control. Be sad or angry, maybe hurt on mistake”.

Two bolts of lightning shot steadily upward and when she was done, she smiled and walked over to Marcel, who was warily carrying my baby. “You will be a beauty when you become a woman and you will win everyone's affection; you will be the most loved and respected person and an excellent warrior,” the goddess said, kissing my daughter on the forehead as a kind of blessing. “When the time comes, you will receive notice to sacrifice Stefan to restore some of the peace that exists between everyone; do the same with Dalia's body and revere the matriarch as a goddess.” When she finished speaking, she winked at Marcel, who watched in horror and then the goddess disappeared. It was at that moment th

That was my goal for today, getting my two sides to see that they are both children of the same Goddess and she would want them to live in harmony. The moonstone at that moment began to warm from my touch as I focused on drawing my Goddess’ side forward, all while I tried to pull strength from the moonstone. Warmth now moved from the tips of my fingers, up my arms, as a fire ignited inside of my gut, and I knew I had awoken her. The fire burst through me as it rushed towards the warmth, as if bees to honey, as I tried to remain in control.

"If they can send a feeling of violation... can I send one of unity? Of strength?" Nolan's eyebrows rose, a spark of intrigued light in his ancient eyes. "Theoretically... yes. The Goddess's gift is one of connection. To feel the pack's heart is also to speak to it. To reinforce it. But to do so consciously, as a shield... it would require immense focus. And a catalyst." My eyes fell on the moonstone dagger. The crack in its hilt still pulsed with a soft, steady silver light, having rejected the crimson flare of the intrusion.

NOT good. The screaming, shouting and yelling began. The house leaders were standing up, shaking fingers and launching threats at one another. Me? I was trying to recall who Ishara was. She eventually became Ishtar, Goddess of War. In the Old Kingdom Hittite she was also the Goddess of Oaths, Love and Medicine. The only three people at the table not going nuts where St. Marie, Hayden and the woman at her side. That woman was looking at her tablet intently. Once more the group reached consensus and I was still boned. I was still a male, so my lineage meant nothing. I wasn't part of the Host. Hayden took another deep breath, acknowledging this second decision.

she smiled. “Thena,” her mother warned her. “It’s okay, mommy. Daddy will buy me another, won’t you, daddy?” Athena gave her daddy puppy eyes. Iris knew the dad and daughter could not be helped. They were a team, and both were highly naughty and mischievous. “How can I deny my little princess?” Damien lifted his daughter up. She hugged her dad and brother. “Bye, Zae,” she gave him the brightest smile she could, taking Azazel’s heart captive. He didn’t know that smile would cause so many things to happen.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”