روايات وقصص ضمن The Reincarnated Goddess Is Fierce

The power of the divines had always held a mysticism that no one could fathom to understand. The true workings of the Goddess were unbeknownst to all but herself, she worked in mysterious ways. Reincarnation was common within their world. Souls that passed on and then were re-born again and again. Adelaide had always had an aptitude for souls throughout her life. Conduits always showed a flair of a gift from a young age. It was why she no longer held any connection to the pack. The tearing of her mother and siblings’ souls had been magnified with her gift, it was what crippled her beast, and had turned her feral.

Deep within my soul, the final, ancient cosmic seal of my past life tore completely open. Nyx didn't just awaken; she expanded. Her fur wasn't gray or black, she was a towering, majestic creature of pure, starlight-white, an ancient, mythical breed that had walked the earth before the packs even had names. The true reincarnation of the Moon Goddess herself, reborn to rewrite her destiny. “Rise,” the divine, booming voice roared through my veins, shattering the underwater currents. “The trial of blood is over. The goddess has awakened.”

" Valerie York's booming voice echoed around the cemetery. She was hauling two huge candles with her as she shot a disdainful glare at me. A violent shiver coursed through me when I heard her familiar voice. I hadn't died in the deep sea with the dark reefs. Instead, I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Valerie insisted on illegally starting a fire on the mountain. The other employees stopped what they were doing and shot strange looks at me. From their perspective, I was the CEO's wife, but I was also an evil control freak. I was always finding reasons to target and harass their boss' carefree best friend.

“Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.” She leaned in as she said the next words slowly. “Long. Silver. Hair.” I gulped. Avoiding her gaze. 'But there is you.” She continued, leaning away from me. Straightening her frame. “The moon goddess reborn. Made from the one power itself. Finding it hard to embrace the source.” I swallowed, wishing for the earth to open and swallow me. "Perhaps,” Her voice rang against the room. “Going into the cave of horrors was the right decision after all. Who knows.” She scoffed, “ You might not make it.”

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

They were like young girls who had just graduated; excited, nervous, energetic. But when Kisa arrived on the set, her good mood turned bad. It turned out that on the set, besides their crew, there was another crew, which she could not be more familiar with. It was the crew of Goddess of My Adoration. This was really a strange coincidence, as The Legend of Luna and Sharon's Goddess of My Adoration were actually filmed on the same day and in the same location. She was no longer at the mercy of Sharon's bullying, but she still did not feel like wanting to see that vicious woman.

At Amelia's words, Amathyst began to smile brightly. "Is it so bad to want revenge against them?" She asked, seeming genuinely convinced that she wasn't in the wrong. "They did me wrong by banishing me. Why shouldn't I make them pay?" Amelia could feel pure fear beginning to rush through her as Amathyst began to shift from a normal woman to a beautiful demon right before her eyes. Though she had done a good job of trying to act like she was innocent, she wasn't able to continue her act.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

"No, she is not her." The woman leaned back on her chair as she lifted her eyes and glanced at the man sitting in front of her. "Why you think it's not her?" "I am ninety percent sure, it's not the same girl. But you are right. She had been reincarnated to fulfill her destiny and so all the people around her." The woman smiled softly. She was wearing white which was giving a hint of blue. She was the goddess of giving life. "Today, I felt the same anger which I felt three hundred years ago."

Norton, for instance, implied seething bear in the antiquated language of the pixies. The most ridiculously glaring distinction between this world and his own was the presence of the two moons overhead. The principal bigger silver moon was called Daphlyn and it was represented as the Silvermoon Goddess and furthermore known as the Goddess of Love. The more modest, dark red shaded moon which hung in the night sky like a ruby, sickle tooth was called Sufanna the Bloodmoon Goddess and furthermore filled in as the Goddess of Vengeance. As indicated by the legends, when Sufanna uncovers itself as a full moon, it would connote the start of one more significant struggle on the landmass.