Symbol Oya Goddess Novels & Stories

"You do not mean that Yarkona, may the goddess forbid that I leave you behind!" Yarkona stared up at her mate unbelievingly. "Goddess? If we had a goddess, we won't be in this situation. Don't you dare mention your goddess in front of me!" She suddenly yelled, her chest elevating up and down in hostility, pure rage. Her green orbs shed more tears, her long black hair scattering everywhere on her shoulders. "She favors only those she deemed righteous and we are not among the short list"

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Mount Olympus, the dwelling of all gods and the home of the moon goddess—the creator and guardian of all moon creatures—and also my home. "Aylin, why are you looking out the window again?" I froze, the air turning cold. “Why aren't you talking? Shouldn't you be with the others?" I twirled my twirled hurriedly closing the portal but mother was quicker, she conjured a replica of my view on a cloud in front of her. "I'm sorry mother," I stumbled back, my lips quivering. "I can explain." "Explain what?” She snapped. " That you're looking down at the mortal world again. How many times have I told you?"

They were the Gods of War of Somerland, legends made flesh. At the center of the formation stood Elysia Fang, the Goddess of War. Clad in formidable armor that gleamed like forged iron, she radiated a serene yet fearsome authority. Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland.

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

Wendy concluded and Oliver nodded his head in amazement and wonder. “Jasmine is the goddess of true sight” Oliver said to himself like he was repeating it to get himself to believe it. “Yes she is, she is the goddess of true sight and the blood moon pack will try to put her on their side for more power” Wendy said her face becoming more serious.

“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.

“Shall we?” Reaching HIS hand towards her as she is being commanded to stand up. By which her fidelity is acknowledged and accepted by HIM dearly. She immediately heeded, now standing with grace as a lady in waiting for that is her and into that world. They both smiles as Chie opens her fan presenting her with the detailed markings and symbols of the twelve Gods, as HE holds the symbol of the God Ophiuchus on the right and lower side of HIS feet. Sitting unto HIS throne that gleams with all the indescribable glory, yet perfectly made for HIM and only HIS alone. The witch stands beside him like a mistress that she is, yet just one of the original that HE created, drawing another sly smile as

It seemed that he was right all along, Caiden sighed and waited in silence. “Greetings, Matron!” Yara echoed the words of her father. This was the first time she saw the mystical immortal of the Vestal Virgin Sect aside from the statues that adorned the churches within the domain. She was extremely beautiful and adorned herself in a dazzling white gown that properly accentuated her beauty and curves. Although Yara was also gorgeous but to compare her with The Blind Goddess was akin to diamond and glass. She was only a pale copy that could never replace the essence of the real one. The Lady who stood before her genuflection literally emitted power beyond her imagination. Yara even found her l

They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.