Venus Aphrodite Novels & Stories

“She?” Louis felt Alaric’s gaze burn on him. Alaric slowly said, “Of course, she. The Goddess’ Blessed is always a female.”

"Has Venus admitted her mistake?" "Mr. Dalio… Madam… she jumped off the building."

I'm invested at what Tristen's talking about. "Aphronus comes from the goddess of love and beauty. Aphrodite, which is the goddess of sexual love and beauty in Greek mythology. Venus, also the goddess of love and beauty but in Roman mythology. Hope you get it. My grandmother combined the name of the same goddess in different version. " Tristen just shrugged then Jairus and Hendrix just nodded. "Your grandma is lit," Hendrix said in amazement. "How about the miracle thingy? Is that legit?" Jairus asked.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

After it was all over, Venus sat on her throne with her winged-daughter Cupid by her side. Venus was the goddess of love and beauty, self-born from the foam of the sea, and being what she is, she enters other tales, and such is the power of her magic. Those who even speak her name fall under her spell. Those who glimpse her white shoulders and catch the perfume of her golden hair become mad with passion. They lose their wits and begin to babble, and tell the same story in many ways.

“I’ll send you the full report to your email, but the important parts are that while we all think of her as the Goddess of Love, she is, more specifically, the Goddess of Physical Love. So, that makes her important to the physical part of our relationships, which we all know is important, but it is just a piece of the equation. Aside from Aphrodite, there are seven deities responsible for what we think of as love. They are called Erotes. We know them as cherubs. Think about images of cute little fat baby angels.” “You mean like Cupid?” I feel my brows knit in confusion. “Well, Cupid is his name in Roman mythology. Greek Mythology knows him as Eros. He handles passion, but this is a conversat

I declare. Colton nods and just before the fire is lit, Jove reaches Venus. ****************************** Amanda’sPOV Whatever battle Colton is fighting, I know that it with him, me, and our family together. I sit beside his hospital bed and wait for him to return to me. Venus- do you know my name? Me- that is the dumbest question ever. Venus- do you know our names? Me- Amanda worthy of Love, Venus goddess of the love and beauty.

The name Aphrodite is being mentioned. I've never really met her before, she's the goddess of lust and beauty. The moon didn't exactly have much to do with it. Except once. Moon had heard the yearnings of a mortal. How they didn't feel beautiful enough for their partner. He had felt so bad for the mortal and went to talk to Aphrodite.

And there it was a pair of sapphire eyes staring at me with hatred, deep burning hatred that you could feel in the depths of your gut, but something new was hidden behind the hatred was that remorse. Well for you to understand, I better start from the beginning. My name is Venus Lee DeLorentez, Venus for short. My mum named me after the goddess of love, sex, beauty and fertility. I know not the name i would have chosen for myself but she was a very spiritual lady, not only believing in our moon goddess who is the creator of all of our species and we cherish her as a God, who is in control of who we are destined to be mated to, our shifting into our wolve counterparts she is a patron a becon

A low rumble vibrates his chest as he glares at the Goddess kneeling before me. “Hush, pup,” she shoots him a stern look, and he quiets up, settling back into my lap. “I am known as Diana, Aphrodite, Persephone, and what else have you, according to your human mythology. But I prefer Diana or Aphrodite if you must call me anything.” “So, you’re all of those women?” I ask, my eyes narrowing, questioning her truth. Not sure I fully believe what she is spouting.