The Triple Goddess Novels & Stories

as he sat back in his chair getting comfortable. “Her children are all children of chaos in some way. They bring with them destruction and uncertainty. And they cannot be challenged just as she cannot,” he replied. Theo continued, “Even our fathers have learned though ancient issues that they’ve had with her that she was not to be tried. They couldn’t do much and both ended up falling back once they realized that some things just weren’t worth her wrath.” “She is one of the frameworks or pillars that support existence itself in a way,” he said.

She stood behind them, holding her hand on the dagger. Left alone, Deja threw off her cloak, looking at the statue. Slowly she knelt down so that her hooded face was higher than her head. "Goddess," Deya said softly. She fell silent. She had no idea if the alien deity would hear her. Few of the Anmar worshiped the moon goddess. Though she had a temple in Taaldor, almost no one visited it. Deya has never been there, and even more so she never prayed to this goddess. But she was the patroness of werewolves, and they took her seriously.

"Nothing wrong. Chosen mates are just as good as true mates." Selena's lips twitched. She wished to disagree. While the bond between chosen mates might be similar to that of true mates, it couldn't possibly be the same. After all, true mates were the other half of a werewolf's soul, a companion of a lifetime chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How could the partner chosen by a goddess compare to one chosen by mere mortals? "They're coming!" Bridgette's eyes lit up when she saw the Lykan Emperor. Followed by the troupe of unmated alphas and she-wolves, he carried a female in his arms with the gentlest expression she had seen on his face this night.

"Catalina's women have been known for their strength and power since before, even my grandparents can agree with that." "They have that history in their family tree, they're known for always being blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." Adriel, my Gamma, came out of nowhere just to join us. "You're lucky to have one of them to be your wife, they possessed beauty, strength, and wit. Though no one can really tell if the rumors about the Moon Goddess's blessings are really true or just happen to go around for what they have." "But which one? They currently have two single she-wolfs, don't they?" Koby asked as he eyed me and Adriel.

The high priestess also requested Atticus’s ashes to be spread along side hers in hecates tears with you doing the honours. After Delilah’s informative sit down we both cry and hug each other dearly we both swear then and there to serve our people along side each other. Delilah takes out and dagger and we make a both oath on are alliance. The little brown haired freckled girl I grew up with my whole childhood one of the few friends I have other than the twins has stepped into her role and together we swear to protect the supernatural races from any harm until our dying breath not only as friends but as sisters. I know now is the time to ask and I ask as gently as possible given the current s

"This pack is already offering more than enough help." "Yes," my grandfather added. "We appreciate the cooperation." Levi nodded. "You mentioned you were coming with three races—elves, vampires… and witches, I assume?" King Johnson shook his head. "The witches are not here." Levi blinked, visibly thrown. "They aren't? Then… what's the third race?" Michael cleared his throat, rubbing his brow. "The third race is called the Goldren. They are powerful warriors—created by my granddaughter." Levi's eyes widened.

"Then let’s begin." She gestured for Lena to take her place among the circle of runes carved into the earth. The moment Lena sat down, the space around her vibrated as though with some force. Celeste knelt beside her, palm hovering above Lena's heart. "The power of the Moon Goddess is based on your feelings," Celeste said. "That is your hurts, your rage, your love-all of them are the energy. But you have to be careful very much. Once you lose yourself in that then probably will not be better than the creatures we oppose to."

Her white-streaked hair was a stark reminder of the cost of the Marseille escape. "He always talked about the 'Three Pillars,'" Celine whispered, her voice like dry leaves. "I thought he meant the Bank, the Syndicate, and the Family. But my father... he was obsessed with the Triple-Goddess myth. The Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone." Elena walked over to her sister, kneeling by the chair. "You were the Maiden, Celine. Raised in the dark, pure and untouched by the world’s politics. I was the Mother—the one meant to bear the heir and continue the legacy in the light."

"Stronger than I expected at this stage." "You can see it?" Dane asks, his tone a bit awestruck. "One of my gifts," she confirms. "Seeing connections between people, especially those touched by the Goddess." "And we are?" I can't help asking. "Touched by the Goddess?" Her smile deepens slightly. "The triad is one of the oldest divine patterns, Fin. Three points creating perfect balance. Foundation, connection, manifestation. Of course it's touched by the divine." "You knew about this," Liam says, not a question but an accusation. "About our bloodlines forming the triad. About what it means."

Xenox stood at the head of the chamber with the priestess hovered near the table, eyes darting between us like she expected someone to explode at any second. “What the hell was that?” he demanded, slamming his palm against the stone table. “Tell me this is some mistake.” The priestess flinched. “The goddess does not make mistakes. This is just… rare,” she began carefully. “Rare doesn’t cover it,” Xenox said. “Try impossible.” Her shoulders sagged. “Not impossible.” “Then explain this,” I said, meeting her eyes sharply. “Ancient texts speak of something called a Triadic Bond,” she said quietly. “Three souls bound by the Moon Goddess instead of two.”