The Triple Goddess Novels & Stories

Because first of all, I am a fucking werewolf, and it has been embedded in our soul, been practiced by our traditions over time that we must be the dominant one—the leader-type of creature. We now reached Selena's Wall. It is a huge wall that serves as the border between the mortal realm of Moonburn and the hidden glorious village of Stella’s Soul. As the name suggests, it is the wall that has been erected by the eldest of our Triple Goddess—Selena, the Goddess of the Moon and the one who bestowed us with our exclusive gifts. Stella’s Soul, on the other hand, was crafted by its namesake—the Goddess Stella, the one who makes the stars twinkle every night and the weaver of dreams.

Her ambivalent parents aside, she'd never had someone in her corner. "Well," Ceara offered, fingering her pentagram charm necklace. "For witches, the trinity knot is symbolic of the threefold nature of the Goddess. Mother Goddess represents creation, the Maiden for innocence, and the Crone for wisdom. It also reflects on the forces of nature¡ªearth, fire, and water. The three interlocking circles are emblematic of our sacred casting circles."

The power was always meant to be held by three. Three anchors. Three elements. Three forces stabilizing one another. Aria’s breath catches as she senses it too. “Ares…” she whispers. “He completes the circle.” He grips our hands harder, gold burning along his arms, jaw locked like he’s ready to fight a god hand-to-hand. But even he feels it. The shift. The click. The alignment. “Oh, goddess,” I breathe. “We’re the triad.” The goddess screams. “No........ no........no you were not meant to see this!”

Every single time. He waits standing next to a large stone slab, a table carved from one of the pillars of the cave. As I approach, he removes his blood-red cloak, revealing his naked flesh, marked with the blue-inked serpent tattoos, spiraling along each arm, weaving into a complex network of knot work across his well-defined back. He turns, and shining in the faint light is a silver torque joined with a simple chain holding three linked charms--the full moon, crescent moon, and dark moon--the crest of the priesthood of the triple-faced goddess. The triple-faced goddess is our Sacred Mother, goddess of magic, motherhood, and rebirth. I can see every blessed inch of him, and I feel my body t

So what? “And?” I asked confused, “She has the same mark as you” Lunaya clarified. She reached up and touched the back of my neck, right on the spot where the symbol of the Goddess sits. Wait, she couldn’t mean Whiskey has the same symbol. That's not possible, is it. They all said there can only be one Triple Goddess at a time, and the next one comes decades after the last one dies. How could there be two of us. “That’s not possible, you said so yourself” I spat out quickly.

Leonidas asked as calmly as he could. "A hidden mountain," Loukas said, then pursed his lips. "The temple of the three virginal goddesses that was given to them by Apollo. He is the only one that knows where it is and at the moment, no one knows where he is so we are safe from both humans and Ares' wrath." "Excuse me?" The three virginal goddesses. Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and the moon. Athena, the goddess of Wisdom.

She whispers beside my ear. I shake my head as a voice inside my head tells me, “Nothing will be the same again. This is your fate. This is the end of your beginning, and the beginning of your end. You can either let it break you, or let it mend your soul. Heal what has been broken. Find what has been lost. Rise up to the challenge and be who I made you to be.” and then I collapse into the arms of my mother as loud cracks ricochet off the forest trees. Every bone in my body breaks apart at once before rearranging and then mending back together to form a different shape. To take a different form until one impossible truth is brought to light.

she said. “Possibly, yes. Do you never dream these dreams, Maya?” “I dream of falling and flying. No apocalyptic landscapes. No elephantine shadows. No faces in the trees.” “No,” Dianna drifted in. “Because your sisters are both alive.” I stared at her. “Yes. That resonates, Dianna. At Installation Wolf they wanted to bridge the gulf between life and afterlife. These dreams are bridges too. What if . . . what if my third daughter and your sister who died at birth are third twins and through them these bridges exist. In my case I’m the father, so it’s not the same sort of connection. Not like what you have, Dianna, with Dalia, but it exists through the bridge between my daughters. And what if

"We will fight to the death to keep it, I won't let him take us again." "you are sure we can do this?" I ask. "of course I am." she responds with a slight laugh. "I have faith in us, and in the moon goddess. We are the Red wolf. The most powerful she-wolf to walk the earth, our children will be the next alphas of amazing packs. We can do anything."

I met his eyes and let my wolf rise the color of my eyes changing colors “If I can't find a mate before the sixty days is over I will pick any of the warriors or well mannered wolves from the pack, and make a contract that she bears me an heir and she rejects me when the child becomes grown enough to shift by then the elders have backed off, problem solved.” He exhaled sharply through his nose, disapproval written all over him “The Goddess does not broker bonds, it's not that easy you can't bend the rules, get a mate and reject her after getting what you want.” “The goddess forges destiny, You think you can bargain with fate?”