The Divinity Of Her Novels & Stories

"Good evening ladies and gentle men, gods and goddess." The oracle of life suddenly faded into existence at the alter, slowly shaping in self into a white feminine figure. "We are all gathered here today to celebrate a remarkable upcoming, the upcoming of a new being into the immortal realm. Many of you know that by now, that this being belongs to one of our deities, Aubrey." The oracle smoothly motions her hand, as though moving gracefully in water as she points towards Aubrey who stood up and placed his wine glass down to the table.

He cursed and whipped her again. "Please! Have mercy Lord Zach I didn't mean to do it.." she cried out he held her in place making it impossible for her to move.. "Mercy? You want me to have mercy? Okay then let me show you what it means to have mercy." He ripped off her panties aggressively making her yell again because she already knew what was waiting for her.. "Please don't do this to me Please!" She pleaded.. She might be experienced in everything about the sex life but that doesn't mean she wasn't a virgin...

"This is not makeup or illusion or magic. This is divine right." The mark shone brighter for a moment, as if responding to her words, and I felt something inside me crack. "He is mine by divine right," Leina repeated, her voice carrying absolute certainty. "And nothing you do, nothing you say, nothing you feel will change that. The goddess has spoken. And we must all accept her will.”

She was something more. Something divine.

For she found no happiness in this world. Her position was revealed thanks to a divine revelation of the goddess. Her position as a holy daughter was cemented. No one, not even the greedy nobles dared to try to take over someone who directly had the attention of the goddesses. It's how she grew calmly and slowly in the church while learning her current and future duties. The supreme daughter of that time, Lily Castitas, was a kind and beautiful woman with few womanly curves. If one was asked what was her greatest trait, then it would be her smile. A smile as large and as warm as the sun.

She scowls at him, “Good. Okay, so you’re my grandfather or whatever, and I’m a Phoenix. Crow is the Voodoo-Witch that sealed me when I was a baby, and is willing to remove the sigil once he has the supplies to do so. I’m a Demigoddess, I’m fucking divine?” She’s on a roll, and Sol puts a finger up, as if to ask to speak. She nods.

"She and I are one and the same, bound by threads of destiny and love. Some of my power flows in her, for it is a gift I give in aid of the great responsibility she will bear." Her words had a profound impact on us, evoking a mix of admiration, reverence, and lingering apprehension. I gazed upon my daughter, filled with a sense of wonder, as I came to understand the divine nature that resides within her. As Rose and Zinnia received the Moon Goddess's blessings, a profound sense of gratitude washed over me for the precious gift our family had been given.

"I'm not a bear, Adam! Just give me a few minutes." Amusement colored Adam's reply, his laughter dancing through his words. "Alright, but it's nice to make sure you're still alive, you know!" With renewed energy, Divine untangled herself from the bedsheets and embarked on her morning routine. A cascade of warm water embraced her as she stood beneath the shower, and her thoughts drifted between the past month's journey from despair to sanctuary. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her reflection in the dimly lit tiles offering a glimpse of her changing body—four months along, a secret she held close.

Then I looked at the seer as she smiled gently. She shook her head. “She is more than that.” She said and paused. “She is a vessel.” She added. The incarnation of a spirit that has walked the veil since the First Fire. Your daughter is the Balance returned. Spirit in flesh. Divinity reborn.” I couldn’t breathe at that moment. “She’s just a child,” I uttered. “She is a god who chose the form of a child.” The room seemed to tilt. “I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered.

she said. I waited again, knowing that she hadn’t caught up yet. Then she stilled, and looked up at me with wide eyes, and I knew that she got it finally. “Wait! That means you are not just a werewolf! You are the son of a Goddess! What does that make you? A Demigod?” she asked in a shocked voice. I nodded at her in response. “So what exactly is your power?” she asked. “I am stronger than the normal werewolves, I am immortal and I have divine energy. The rest of the powers would be available to me only if I ascend to Godhood,” I said.