Symbol Oya Goddess Novels & Stories

he chuckled. "Anna, I have something to tell you," she said seriously. Brizella listened carefully. "My mother and husband have come to believe that you are the seventh goddess of our bloodline. So with this, I beg you to defend our nation in the upcoming war with the vampires," she pleaded. "No! I will not!"

But deep inside, something twists. “Oizys is the goddess of pain. She can take this radiating sorrow off you. And Philote—sweet girl, she’s a minor goddess of love. She could sever your inconvenient bond with that wolf boy. Push it where it belongs. Wouldn’t that be easier?” She pulls the blanket from my head and starts brushing my hair. I feel it. The rhythm. The pressure. But it’s all so far away. I don’t speak. I don’t even blink when the door opens again.

“You may pretend you’re a goddess, but you are nothing—insignificant. Nothing will save you or the one you love. You cannot defeat Mahishasura, King of Demons. Ask Kaplan—he’s dying under the demon’s touch.” Jaiyana’s golden eyes flared, spilling light like a drawn blade, and for a moment her face softened, betraying the fear she carried for Kaplan. Then her resolve hardened, folding that fear into steel. “You’re wrong,” she snapped, her voice ringing with authority and quiet menace. “I am not what you call a goddess—I am something worse for you. And Kaplan does not die while I can still reach him.” Her words hung in the air like a promise, chilling the space around Mahisar more than any sho

One more look at the figure and Kayola decides that it is definitely female. “Kayola,” she breathes. “Who are you?” Kayola responds. “I am the moon goddess, and I am in charge of your destiny. I am here to tell you that you should keep persevering, for you shall purge the Taga Wereforest of the Rogues”

Walter must've told him what I had been thinking. That would be nice, wouldn't it? "I owe them all that much. I can't." "The offer remains," he said sternly. I moved to the blinds, pulled on the string and they went up. A small patch of sun opened up in the clouds. I could feel Her. "The Sun goddess who created us is evident in our eyes. She lives within us; she gives us life. I pray to her and she saves me. Yaga answers prayers... most of the time." The ecstasy of her divinity overwhelmed me and I started praising.

Oya with her duty as the Orisha of tempest and stormy weathers was also the goddess of the cemetery and the battle slain, thus having half her time working with Ogun in the battlefield and the other half with me, I was not best pleased with the arrangement. A rouge storm spirit raged towards a mortal town in the form of a cyclone, I had quickly flown over to divert its path from the town, awaiting assistance from my wife but Oya was nowhere to be found, with great effort, I managed to change the elements course but not without wreaking havoc on the inhabitants farm lands and barns. On getting home, my other wives Oshun and Oba saw my cloudy face knew better than to disturb me until I asked a

“Surely not. Who would target a pleasure slave? No one in the household had any idea of his powers until after the attempt, except yourself of course.” “The tattoo is a symbol of his Daiyan status.” That caught Trois by surprise. “He said it was a religious symbol.” “Yhieris is the goddess of the moon and stars.” Kari’s voice was soft but there was a hint of steel in his tone. Ryedir couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips in satisfaction. His little omega always seemed to bounce back somehow. It might be muted but the fiery defiance was still there. “She’s also the patron goddess of all Daiyans. I was born with her mark and it has grown and changed with me. It will be there until the day

Goyre sat up confused when she noticed a figure in the dim light standing at the door of the hall, she was about to summon her powers to punish the intruder when water lifted her off her bottom and brought her to the threshold of the hall in front of the intruder. “Mother,” she could barely hide the displeasure in her tone. Instinctively, she summoned a veil over Phoenix who was still asleep in her chambers to hide her presence from Oya. She should have known that Oya would sense her presence the moment she entered the pantheon and would come visiting. Oya regarded Goyre with a mixture of affection and disgust. “Goyre.” As the waters set Goyre down on her feet she summoned her clothes back t

explained Alpha Aoron, his tone full of incredulity. "That's impossible!" exclaimed Archon Zoran, surprised and confused by the revelation. "It's not impossible," replied Seraphim, his voice full of amazement. "I believe the newly ascended goddess Moon has granted that power to Oto." Alpha Aoron and the others in the garden looked at each other, perplexed by the revelation. They all knew that the goddess Moon was a mystical and powerful entity, capable of granting blessings and special gifts to those who were worthy. "What do you mean by that, Master? We don't quite understand what this power you speak of entails."

EMBER~ As the chants rose, my body followed instinctively, every movement connecting to my wolf, and to the quiet pull of the ancient chanting coming from Elder Maera. The chants deepened as I spun, my ceremonial ornaments chiming softly with every movement. I felt the eyes of the crowd, yet none of them weighed on me. For those moments, I danced not as the female Alpha, and even not as the Luna, but as a vessel of blessing bestowed by the Moon Goddess upon her people. That’s what I was taught.