Story Of The Moon Goddess 소설 & 이야기

"First, I would like to tell you a story. It is about a warrior named Catalyn, the blessed. She was a blessing from the moon goddess herself; she was best at every single thing she did. The moon itself smiled at her, but there came a dreadful day. The Lycans attacked her pack while she was away hunting and slaughtered every one of her pack members, they were only a pack of fifty. She returned back to see what had befallen her people, the people she loved and could give her life for. There she wanted to end her life, but the moon goddess wouldn't let that happen; she was created for a purpose, and she left it unfinished. The moon mourned her death, but she was going to be reborn into somethin

"But did you know? The tomes in my father's library tell stories of how the Moon and Sun Goddesses were the closest siblings of all other gods. There's a saying there were torn apart by a man. They say the Moon Goddess eyed her sister's consort." Folding my hands behind my back, I approach her, silently reaching for the dagger in my sleeve as I recall one of Glenda's most bizarre history lessons. "But the consort wouldn't look at her. The Moon Goddess was quite devious, you see. Spoiled. Unused to not having her way." I start a slow circle behind her. Renae doesn't turn or fret. There's no fear rolling off her either. She doesn't think me capable of killing or harming her. The weight of my d

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Several millennia ago, when The Moon goddess was living among all the creatures that lived in this magical realm, a chaos was ignited in between all the creatures. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, lust and beauty, wanted to seduce the Moon and turn its powers to provide her with more beauty that could never be declined, even by God Zeus.

Hayley and Kara sat at the foot of the Moon goddess as she narrated the story to them. “I used to be like you all many, many centuries ago. I think it’s like five thousand now.” The Moon goddess began. “Wow!” Hayley exclaimed. “I guess I was still information then.” Kara teased. “I was never even imagined to be born,” Hayley added. They all laughed and the Moon goddess continued. “Actually, none of you were in formation then.” She sighed and exhaled as she recalled with a demonstration using clouds to show demonstration to them.

It’s not easy reading in this new language, but I manage, and as the hours tick by, my comprehension shifts, and a full story develops, playing behind my eyes like a movie. Once, long ago, the gods and goddesses walked the earth alongside their people. They were both loved and feared. The Moon Goddess was loved most of all, especially by the women, who built temples in her name in every territory. The other gods felt threatened by her prowess and popularity and tried to end her, to strip her of her powers, and wiped out as many of her followers as they could before she banished them during the mythical Great War. But I know all of this from my dad’s rendition of the tale.

“You carry her direct bloodline. The purest line. You are not just blessed by her, my Queen. You are descended from her.” The words did not make sense. “That is impossible. The Moon Goddess is divine. She is not—” “Not what? Not capable of walking among mortals? Of loving them? Of creating life with them?” The priestess shook her head and smiled gently. “The old stories tell of a time when the Moon Goddess took mortal form to understand her children better. And in that form, she loved. She bore a daughter, who bore daughters of her own. That line was thought to have died out centuries ago, lost to time, war, and the simple passage of generations.”

Marienne took a seat beside Visenya, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge she had been eagerly waiting to share with her, as she began to unveil a tale of forbidden love. "Long ago, in a world much like ours, the Moon Goddess, Astraea, reigned over the night sky with her gentle glow. Ethereal and radiant, her divinity and beauty captivated all who beheld her, adoring her for all that she encompassed. Yet, deep within her heart, she yearned for something more." Visenya leaned closer, her curiosity piqued, as Marienne continued the story.

Jay asked. According to the ancient legend of the Moon Goddess, she was the creator of the night world and every supernatural species to exist. She created the souls, vessels, and their journey bit by bit, but another celestial being carefully penned down the journey of the creations she made. This celestial being was often referred to as the Author or, to be exact, Fate. They wrote the fate of the living beings as the Author while the Moon Goddess was the storyteller.

And that's when I remember something, a narrative or a legend I've heard for the longest time. The moon goddess has four warriors....Hera, Aurora, Zoe and Iris who serve her faithfully. Wherever she goes, they are there with her. They are strong, beautiful and smart. No one can ever get close to the moon goddess because of these warriors. However, time must come when they have to leave their mistress behind and descend in our world for they will protect our kind from all danger. No one knows who they are or when they will come, but we all must alert until they show up.

Some people might still remember the romantic legend of the Moon Goddess, of how she fell in love with a human and still stayed together with him even after being warned by the Sun God, and how that led to the demise of her lover - total bullshit. That was never what happened. The real story was continually changed through the middle ages to cover up the shame and rejection the Moon Goddess had gone through. Some vampires and werewolves saw it fitting that the Moon Goddess, our progenitor, should be portrayed in an exuberant and graceful manner, fitting for her position as the caretaker of the creatures of the underworld, and for some, it was to draw out focus on the fact that the Moon Godde