The Divinity Of Her Novels & Stories

“How the hell is she still functioning? She is stronger than most people.” “Yes, she is.” Jake said while he gazed down at Sonya. “Hades wants her pendant because he thinks it will let him take over the world.” “Wait she has the pendant?” “You’ve heard of it?” “Well since you are being honest with me, I will be with you. I am goddess gifted and the goddess told me that there would be a pendant guardian that would be in need of my help. I promise to do everything in my power to protect her and in turn you all.”

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.

He explains and my dad just looks at us, trying to find me, then nods. “Change back to normal.” He commands and everybody looks at Issac, the Gunner looks down at me worried. “Did it not work?” I ask him and he shakes his head, “Not on you.” He says, and Issac grimaces. “I was worried about that.” He says and everyone turns to him. He takes a deep breath, “Well, she’s technically made from the Goddess herself, if everything we’ve found is to be believed, so she technically outranks you.” He says looking at my dad.

Even when she was abroad at the time, after the change of empire, she later became a symbol of misfortune. But in the hearts of some fanatical believers, she was still an unquestionable deity. They worshipped her on earth, and many important figures wanted her to come back to life, using her divine power to accomplish tasks! She was also not afraid of any cultivator. What on earth was the matter with this man in front of me? Why is it that even when her most resentful long hair pierced into his arm, he would not be affected?

She stood up with her eyes deep blue and her voice was so thick that even her breathing was heavy. “You just had to push me out and you will regret this today” she growled as she fumed “Who are you?” Jaqen whispered in fear but he quickly masked it up with confidence “I am the goddess of rituals herself. I am the power that her family has been serving for centuries and I live right here in her body” she answered with thunder in her voice.

Behind her, the aura of a phoenix blazes with such brilliance that Mordecai is compelled to avert his gaze, lest he be consumed by the sheer intensity of her being. Gliding towards him with an air of divine authority, she places her hands delicately upon his temples. “I am the emissary sent by the gods to challenge the almighty Mordecai,” her voice oozes with a contempt that pierces straight through his egotistical heart.

“Do not forget to whom and for what you raise those hands for, Darius Alfonso. Remember your prayers. You have prayed to the Goddess of your land, I will surely listen.” With her final seductive whisper, she left. The second she vanished, I fell on my knees, holding my chest to fill my lungs with some air. ‘What.. was it? Maybe she is right, I should hold onto faith. Azure Silvia is the Goddess, she would listen.’ I questioned but no answer came. “Fuck…” Cursing under my breath, I ran my hand in my hair, pushing it back, regaining my posture and senses and shifted to my knees.

She staggered to the foot of the bed and fell to her knees. “She… She died?” Dmitry looked her in the eyes. “She transcended. She died… yes. But she is being recreated. As Goddess. As Mother. As fire that burns even within darkness.” Carla brought her hands to her mouth, tears streaming down. “She was just a girl…” “No,” Dmitry corrected. “She was everything. We just took too long to realize it.” Alexei walked over to her and helped her up, carefully. “It will take time, but she will return. And when she does… the whole world will feel it.”

On what she had become. “…Lyra?” he whispered. She turned to face him, flames rising behind her, divine mark glowing like a moon etched in fire. She was no longer just queen. She was divine wrath made flesh. And still, her voice held clarity. “I’m here,” she said. “And I’m done running.”

With gratitude, she softly spoke, “Thank you.” In response to her gratitude, the divine being replied with a statement. “Livia, I have summoned you here with the intention of providing you with a fair warning. This assault will not merely mark the conclusion. There are additional things to come. You are the subject of much anger from many individuals. They will persist until you are incapacitated and deceased once more. We are unable to intervene in your battle, but we will offer our assistance to you.” Livia remains unfazed by the words spoken by the divine being.