The Curse Of The Goddess Novels & Stories

The Curse Hera's Curse One hundred thousand years I curse your kind Each century you will find One human woman, not your mate This curse is now your fate I looked at Hera, my mother, goddess of marriage. She stood covered in blood, her anger burned, uncaring that she'd killed so many. "Mother, you've had your vengeance, you must not curse the ones who remain for a hundred thousand years." A crack of lightning, followed by a boom of thunder, lit up the skies. "After what Drakon did to your sister, you still have sympathy for their kind?"

The high priestess wasn’t forthcoming with her auspicious news, instead she chewed on some rye bread which was offered to her by my lover’s father, flashing him a smile as he walked away briefly. Her eyes were on me now—Strange, surreptitious, secretive. I folded my arms, the v lines across my brows creasing even tighter, “Spill it, Imelda. You know you have something to say to— “The goddess spoke to the elders and I.” I snorted, “Yes?” “Two sisters born of fate’s design, One bathed in darkness, the other in light, The curse shall rise to where love has lied, A chosen heart will be cast aside,

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

a familiar voice replied. Phoenix tried to open her eyes again. Why was the goddess’s voice much deeper? And why were her hands huge? Why were they slowly peeling the clothes from her body? Forcing her eyes open she caught sight of rave black curly hair falling again caramel-colored skin. This wasn’t the goddess, this was Uruel and he had brought her to Goyre’s temple. “What are you doing?” she asked suddenly awake though her body was still weak from the many tortures she endured at the hands of the guards in the dungeon.

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"

The venom is running through me faster and the more I move, the more it progresses, which means it's entered into my bloodstream and is only a matter of time before it reaches my heart and kills me. I stop by a tree for the third time, my lungs burning as I take in oxygen and I can't catch my breath. As my knees hit the soft grass beneath me, I start to violently throw up again, blood mixed with the food I ate for lunch. "I think... we're done for, Celeste," I say, with a smile on my face. "We can finally meet the Goddess and be saved from all of this..."

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

I explained further. “Aish!” Nico growled, his voice tearing through the tension in the room. “The second phase has begun and this is the only way we can stop it!” He yelled and everywhere became silent. “The second phase?” Edna asked. “What is that supposed to mean?” I retorted. Nico placed his hands over his temples and took deep breathes before he continued. “Lartes and the famine was the first phase of the curse of the goddess... The second phase will begin if you both don’t mate!”

The goddess said again mono toned. “I hurt a lot of people.” Mallory admitted her voice ashamed. “You can’t help the curse. It was meant to do what it did. You can help your actions now. “ The goddess said, putting her hand down into the water. “I’m dead.” Mallory said, unsure of what she was talking about. “You saved him.” The goddess said quietly. “I know it’s the reason I am here.” Mallory said, confused.