Diosa Hera 소설 & 이야기

She found him standing beneath a towering oak tree, his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky. "Davien," she called out, her voice echoing through the stillness of the night. Davien turned his head, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Hera. He stepped forward, his movements graceful and powerful, his presence exuding an aura of authority and respect. "Hera," he greeted her, his voice laced with warmth and affection. "What brings you to my territory?" Hera took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "I have come to tell you something important, Davien," she said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

Soon his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. "I am General Siwa - Goddess of Disharmony; servant of the True Goddess" Aegeus's eyes were red with rage as he felt his pride being stepped on. General Siwa's eyes were filled with surprise at his tenacity; but that didn't last long. She had met many who were like this. Now they all served her and her mistress. She reached down to lift Aegeus's chin so he would stare into her eyes. With great scorn she asked,

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

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

Willow frowned at him, "I'm sorry, but Witchcraft and all that isn't my specialty." "No, it's alright. I was a bit confused at first myself." Willow smiled lightly before she looked back at Amira, "Artemis is the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, but the Romans identified with her of the name Diana." She holds up three fingers, "She's part of the triple Goddess with Selene or Luna in Roman and Hecate." She lowered her hand, "And yet it was Artemis that you came across?"

Maura’s jaw dropped and the boys’ eyes widened with shock. "What?!" exclaimed Noah in disbelief. "You’re lying. You’re just saying that to protect that pretentious Cass," he added. "How dare you?" scowled Cass lunging at Noah. Maura embraced the enraged Cass trying to hold her back and pacify her. "Her words hold no lie. She is Eris: the goddess of discord, bringer of strife, and queen of Asphodel," convinced Lethe. "And who the hell are you?" Noah asked in hostility.

The lady who sat beside the old man retorted. “Hera, leave my daughter alone.” The man silenced her. “But Zeus…” Hera protested. “We have more important matters that need to be discussed.” Zeus said, making Hera shut her mouth and swallow her pride. “What’s your name, young lady?” Zeus asked me in a calm tone. “Pandora.” I answer slightly bowing my head to show him my respect. He smiles at me while Hera only glares at me. “So it’s true.” He comments. “You’re back.”

CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE. A young lady who shone so brightly was sitting on a white chariot. Her silky long flowing hair is beautified with a moon shaped crown. The silver dress that she wore illuminated her surroundings as her body radiated the moonlight. She was Rhea, the moon goddess. In front of her laid a Lycan with a very muscular body marred with newly bad bruises and batters. His eyes were like a substitute of blood, very red tinted with rage and spite.