The Captured Goddess Novels & Stories

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

She could see very clearly in the dark, including those in the van with her. " And how was the feeling of being looked down upon, how is the feeling of being trampled upon? How is the feeling of being enslaved?". " Never," Naya said sternly in her head, " that's never going to happen; I can't be enslaved, I am the moon goddess, and they ought to be bowing to my feet." " Well that wouldn't be happening, and they wouldn't be enslaving you, I..will be enslaving you", she said weakly but firmly, " tell me your name",

“To those who participated in heinous activities not only to their species but to dishonor me and other beings, they will not enter my paradise. They will be condemned to an ugly death and will burn in the flames of pain.” That sentence from the Goddess caused a collective gasp to be heard. “Goddess—” The Beta of the Shadow Moon Pride tried to defend himself, but the Goddess prevented him. “You cannot speak; you lost the right to defend yourselves when you attacked my chosen one,” the Goddess said and looked at me firmly. “Alison Snow Belmont-Campbell was an envoy to end this mess and not only did she accomplish her mission, she succeeded in freeing all the cursed beings and unifying them. D

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

He thrashed it at her with a force that no power on land could avoid, and his smile of accomplishment froze as she snatched the sword as if it were a plaything thrown by a babe. He growled and came at her with all the strength of his spirit. His face was animalistic as he let go of the last sliver of his power. At the very last moment, he glanced up into her eyes and the time appeared to a halt. His anger overpowered and rage overtook him. What he saw in her demeanor brought through the barriers of his deepest mind. Compelling inside and warming him. If she wasn't the Moon Goddess daughter, he could have admired her. Whatever had prompted her rise from the ultimate end had adapted her beyond

Lucy’s POV “Wait… The whole talking with the Goddess thing isn’t fake?” My mouth dropped open a little, always brushing it off that they had inspiration or some shit like that. “Nope. Your grandfather even got a pie in the face from the Goddess to prove a point.” She smiled, shaking her head. “I’m never gonna forget the look on his face when the chair broke under him as well.” Laughing, she leaned back slightly in her chair. “When I… when I was taken during the war, they tried to force me into a heat… I guess you could say that it was part of a twisted little game that my captor was playing. When your father rescued me with his friends, my heat struck in the middle of them getting me out of

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Damon stood instantly. His attention snapped back to him. “You’ve said enough.” The traitor smirked. “No… not yet.” His eyes moved back to Lyra. “She thinks this is a curse.” A pause. “It’s not.” Lyra’s chest tightened. “Then what is it?” she asked. The traitor’s smile widened. “It’s a claim.” Silence. Damon’s expression darkened instantly. “Watch your words.” But the man didn’t stop. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t mark just anyone,” he continued.

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

Our bond is no longer a thread. It’s a brand. A mark. A god-scar carved into the world. Bloodveil is gone from the shore—but not dead. Wounded. Retreating. Watching from the cracks in the world. Waiting. The Goddess appears on the tide, moonlight dripping from her robes, expression unreadable. She looks at us, at our fused souls, at the mark glowing at both our throats, and something like fear flashes across her divine face. “You have done what no mortal pair has ever dared,” she whispers.