Trickster Goddess Novels & Stories

The Wasteland has been feared by many creatures of Moonland, since then, no one had dared to venture in this godforsaken land without passing through the dark river. She became the keeper of the third coin after he took it from Lord Andrie. From then on, the gods had punished her one so alluring beautiful face, turning her into the hideous horrible heartless creature of the dark but with her power, during the day, she could cloak her awful face with an enchantment that made her desirable to the opposite sex.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

He let it happen. They planned to keep her alive just long enough to take what they needed. Then they would end her. But one girl, a servant no one noticed, chose to help her. Maybe she was young. Maybe she was afraid. Maybe she saw a mother in pain and couldn’t bear it. No one remembers her name. But that girl unlocked the door, whispered that the guards were asleep, and told the goddess to run. And she did.

Samantha snapped out from her dreamy fantasy and diverted her attention to Ruan. “The Luna Goddess of the Moon.” “I think I remember dad saying that you met her. I didn’t expect it to be real.” “Well, your father, my brother also said that the Luna Goddess sometimes blesses some certain people who worships her. Do you think that girl is blessed by her?” Ruan looked at Kaliyah who was still immersed in her training. “She is.” “But being blessed also means many people will be greedy on her. they will try to have her in their possession. Thus, danger will follow her wherever she goes…”

As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."

A luminous figure emerged from the heart of the Nexus—a goddess, ethereal and wise, her presence radiating a profound sense of ancient knowledge. "Hera, Princess of the Night, and Davien, Alpha of the Wolves," the goddess spoke, her voice a melody that resonated through the meadow. "You have faced the trials that sought to unravel the threads of your love, and in doing so, you have proven the strength of your connection." Hera, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, regarded the goddess with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. "Goddess, why is it that our love transcends the boundaries of our supernatural beings? What purpose does such a union serve in the grand tapestry of exis

Lachlan took her hand and the sparks flooded her body. "Yes, I'm sure. How did you get into that space inside the closet?" He asked gently. Nyx looked around at the others and suddenly remembered what happened. "I had used my powers to make myself invisible and was standing outside the room when a young woman showed up. At first, I thought she was the woman who had shown me my room. However, she wasn't. I'm not completely sure but I believe she was Eris. She's the goddess of discord who loves to cause chaos. She's like a chameleon and she can change her form as needed. I believe she made herself look like the young woman who works here." Nyx tried to stand but felt weak so Lachlan lifted her

I said, wondering at how many memories of her I had that had been trapped in dreamland just to shield her involvement with us "When I'm strong enough we will summon her," she said. I nodded. "I heard Isidora now worships Serene; the goddess of the moon," I said. "Mmm… I bet that was a calculated move to protect herself from Hekate. She will soon realize, just like humans, the gods sometimes form allegiance," Anastasios Martas injected in a deep, husky tone, causing us to look in his direction. He was standing by the window and had spoken over his shoulder.

Her voice dropped low and became menacing. Theo thrashed. “You can’t kill me. Doesn’t that make you evil?” We laughed. “I am a goddess, a primordial being that shaped this world, worshiped for millennia. I am the gifter of magic, mother of witches, healer of the sick, protector of travelers and a safe passage for the young. I am of the earth, the sea, and the heavens. And you think a corrupt wolf can deem me evil?” We laughed again, and her hand struck out, our fingers wrapping around his throat. “You have killed my children, corrupted my young, and you think using petty lines will stop me from demanding retribution?” She leaned down.

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.