Symbol Oya Goddess Novels & Stories

, Naya said to him. Elora's exhaustion has weakened her spirit causing her to pass out and giving Naya the opportunity to take over. Larsen looked at her deeply and could not see the trace of the weak fierce lady that was before him some seconds ago. Seeing the Alpha look at her strangely she stood up straight, "Let me introduce myself probably, I am Rionaya, the moon goddess", " Huh?",

I put Amara back in her bassinet; just then, I huffed and covered my mouth with disbelief, tears instantly gliding down my cheek without even knowing it. The moon goddess blessed my daughter. She bears a tiny symbol of the triple goddess in that space between her eyebrows, just above her nose. As I examined the triple goddess symbol, Amara smiled at me. As her eyes sparkled, I swear, it looked like Orion’s belt was in her eyes. I looked around and searched for my Mom; she came marching toward us, followed by my aunts. “There’s no need for a lowly witch to give her blessing, my princess; the moon goddess has already given her the biggest gift,” she said as she kissed Amara's hand. A voice ech

As the moon shifted from blood red to black, the god took his first step into his new creation, wearing the shadow of the woman who freed him. Ophelia’s image. A goddess of endings— Because she was always him.

The omega. Orchid.

"But maintaining it requires varying degrees of vital energy." Yara wondered if visualizing the guardian spirit while confronting enemies might seem incongruous to her. A graceful female deity would be more fitting. She silently recited "Arrive" and formed Acala's mark. Spiritual light flashed behind her. "Wow, how beautiful!" Willow and Lisa exclaimed at the same time but then noticed something odd. "Wait, Yara formed Acala's mark too, so why does it appear as a goddess?" Hearing their exclamations, Yara was also confused and used her consciousness to observe the Acala she had visualized.

Her knee-length black hair dropped over her right chest like a drape, the morning breeze lightly plucking at the silky strands as her violet eyes reflected back at her. “I…I’m reborn…?” It was surreal. Yusria didn’t believe in the existence of gods. On the contrary, ever since her pack was attacked by rogues and her parents ruthlessly slaughtered, she had lost faith in the existence of higher beings that defended the weak and provided justice to the wronged.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

Although this was something serious that was happening it didn’t worry me a lot, at least now I shall be free from this shackles of being the snake goddess. I never had an identity outside that. Even when I became Eve Faye, I still did not make a name as that now was ruined. “Tomorrow will be my last day here,” The oracle told me with a slight chuckle on her face. She sniffed into the air, “I did well by returning, don’t say I didn’t warn you. The biggest destruction for an Inyoka is when they fall in love so you must be careful,” she warned. “I have lived on this earth for so long and has never loved any man or needing anyone, I don’t need someone as lowly as you to tell me something that

he said resting his chin on my shoulder. “Femi let go” I said a little bit louder. “NO” he yelled back. “I’m never ever going to let you go. I can’t” he sobbed. I was dumbfounded for a second. Why would the almighty Femi the number one Yoruba Demon in Nigeria be crying because of me? “I love you Ama. Take my heart. Take everything I don’t care”