Godsandgoddess Stories

❀˖° In which Azalea West the only daughter of Persephone couldn't keep her eyes off the new arrival in camp half-blood. OR ❀˖° In which the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Persephone fall madly in love with each other. ❀•°❀°•❀ "You were like two seconds ahead of me flower girl." "More like four seconds ahead, sunshine." ❀•°❀°•❀ // Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV series) //Percy Jackson x femOC Completed for now until season two!

Y/n L/n is not your average demigod. In fact he probably shouldn't even exist. But that isn't going to stop him from figuring out just who or what exactly he is. Arriving at Camp Half-blood when he was just six years old with his best friend Annabeth Chase and Older brother figure Luke Castellan, Y/n has always known he was special. He is after all the only person he knows that can manipulate fire. Though he needs a special amulet to do so. Now that Y/n was about to turn twelve years old, he's been having these weird dreams. Dreams of a past he doesn't remember, dreams of a girl calling him his lover, dreams of a cloaked man telling him that he will be found soon. Y/n plans to uncover all of these and put a stop to an ancient evil that is threatening to rise again. And it all starts with helping his new best friend, Percy Jackson, return Zeus his Lightning Bolt. Will Y/n succeed? Or will he just be another hero to succumb to defeat and forgotten in the ashes? Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor do I own any characters, aside from Y/n and a few other OCs, all credit goes to Rick Riordan Warning: There is swearing in the book The Lightning Thief ✅ Sea of Monsters ✅ Titans Curse ✅ The Battle of the Labyrinth ✍️ The Last Olympian

PAUSED TILL SEASON 3 "I know you know you're pretty everybody wants you. I know you know I'm part of that crowd" May Matisse the kindhearted daughter of Aphrodite and Clarisse La Rue the fierce daughter of Ares have always made an unlikely pair. But despite what everyone thinks they have been best friends since they met. As they get older that friendship turns into something more. With a looming war of the Gods threatening, what lies ahead for these two girls? Idiots in love/best friends to lovers Follows the show plot because I read the books a million years ago and don't remember a lot. Aged up

(Under editing) 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶. Elodie Marceau has never been someone who needed more than what she already had. She keeps to herself, steady and contained, careful not to take up too much space, careful not to want too much either. It has always been enough. Then she meets Percy Jackson, and something shifts. Not all at once, and not in any way she can name, but enough that she finds herself letting him in without meaning to, without understanding why. 𖤓𖤓𖤓 [Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV series)] [Percy Jackson x OC]

Morinathia Rosales lived for the thrill of luxury - designer labels, champagne toasts, and flawless skin. To her, happiness always came with a price... until the price turned out to be her life. Waking up in a world unknown, she finds herself in the body of a royal - not on a throne, but in chains. From glam to dungeon, from clinking champagne glasses to the screech of iron rails that caged her in. Her second life doesn't crown her a queen... it chains her as a prisoner.

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Ａｎ Ｏｒｉｇｉｎａｌ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ... sᴏʟᴀʀɪs ɪs ᴀɴ ᴏᴄ ɪ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛᴀɢ ᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ. 𝐁𝐲: 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 "𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍~"

Stormborne Two months ago, Eirik Ashborn was cast out-named no son, no heir, no future. Now the sky carries him. Bound to Nyxar, a dragon as ancient as the storms themselves, Eirik has become something the world does not understand-and will soon learn to fear. Together, they move unseen between cloud and sea, surviving where no one should, striking where no one expects. Not as master and beast, but as something far older. Something chosen. When Eirik intervenes in a brutal raid, sparing the innocent and breaking seasoned warriors with nothing but fear and fire, whispers begin to spread across the waters. Of a shadow in the storm. Of a dragon who hunts men-but does not slaughter the helpless. Of a rider who falls from the sky like judgment... and vanishes just as quickly. Some will call it an omen. Others, a weapon. And some will hunt it. Far behind him, on the island he once called home, Chieftain Bluetooth Ashborn refuses to accept what others already have-that his son is gone. While the tribe searches the seas for a body, hope lingers in silence, buried beneath duty and pride. Only Thorstein, the nephew who took the path Eirik never could, dares to search where others will not-into the forgotten places, where a boy who wished to disappear might still be alive. But the truth is far more dangerous than any of them realize. Because Eirik is not simply surviving. He is becoming. And as ancient forces stir, and old powers begin to take notice, the bond between boy and dragon may be more than chance... more than fate. It may be the beginning of something the world is not ready for.

God got tired of waiting. He drained all his power to save us. Now we're left with six of his children, they're miracles. but miracles don't lie... do they? this project is kind of something to try and help me with my english and story telling, english is not my first language so yeah I'll most likely help myself with Google so nothing's going to be perfect I hope this story is going to make sense to everyone and everyone can enjoy it have fun reading

In a world where prophecies shape destinies and loyalty is tested by fire, 'The Saiyran Prophecy' unfolds a gripping saga of intrigue and ambition. Set in a realm where the belief in fulfilling ancient prophecies runs deep, they embark on a quest to uncover the truth hidden within these enigmatic predictions. As they delve deeper into the heart of the prophecy, they must navigate a treacherous landscape where allies can be as dangerous as enemies. Friendships are forged and shattered, alliances rise and fall, all against the backdrop of a looming destiny that threatens to consume everything in its path. With the fate of kingdoms hanging in the balance, they must tread carefully, for in this world of shadows and secrets, even the most trusted companions may harbor hidden agendas. Join their journey as they unravel the mysteries of the Saiyran Prophecy, confronting the truths that lie buried beneath layers of deceit and deception.

A mistake made long ago is about to change everything. In a world where hidden realms exist alongside our own, magic is not a gift-it's a burden. Michael Dryad is the heir to the Throne of Agartha... but he's also something more. Something dangerous. He carries fragments of a past he doesn't fully remember-and a power he was never meant to have. As ancient forces awaken and enemies return from exile, Michael is pulled into a conflict that spans worlds, threatens everything he knows, and forces him to confront the truth about who he really is. And some truths... were never meant to be discovered.

In a vast library of thought, where every word and book ever written or spoken is held. Every action or inaction filed not as evidence of its consequences, though they too are logged, but in perpetual evidence that creation did live on. Somewhere deep within that library at its centre, you would find a single table, boring in fashion but of sturdy construction with a high backed chair resting beside it. On the wooden surface of the table, lay a typewriter, a pencil for notation and a single unused eraser. The words being typed by some unseen librarian are thus ... --------------------------------------------------------‐------------- Writers note's , this is a work in progress inspired loosely on a painting "Archeological Reminiscence Millet's Angelus" by Salvador Dalí More chapters to come ..... This is the current piece I'm working on. All others are on pause for now .... however the first four chapters of this new (hopefully) full length fantasy anthology. I aim to finish chapter 2 "the one in the shadow" by the end of the week , and that chapter will span over "Jannis's" entire life . (There will of course be time slips , check out the first 2 echos of jannis in chapter 2 , OUT NOW!!!!)

it's a fictional love story between a female devotee and devo ke dev mahadev. The novel is a blend of devotion, love, mythology, sacredness and grandiosity of the venerable deity Shiv. . . "mahadev, kya aap mujhse prem karte hain?" I asked him with subtle curiosity, because under the lines I know he loves me. I know that he always protects me without me knowing, he always cares for me in ways that I can never understand and he uplifts me by always supporting me in all my endeavours. But still I waited patiently for his reply. I wanted to hear from his lotus lips, his revered tongue.

Eons have long passed since the dawn of time, and the birth of deitiesㅡnow, in the present era, where anything divine and mystical becomes a hoaxㅡa college student, struggling to meet expectations, and unable to take care of oneself, suddenly found himself being qualified in a prestigious university that allowed him to discover more about his true self.

On hiatus for an indefinite period of time.

Hi there! If you read my story I hope you enjoy. I love reading Percy Jackson and always wanted a book based on Annabeth. I started read Percy Jackson and kind of fell in love with it.

"Stop Chasing!" Huh? It feels weird, have I been this hurt? All those times I was questioning my worth, have I always been this hurt? Have I felt a pain that is greater than death? Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, who is that weirdo with a weird name? My name is prettier,Felix. It means 'lucky' because my mother is the Goddess of Infertility, yet my parents managed to have me. I am the God of Reincarnation, a useless power I had. I was spoiled and I do no work because my power is not needed. I have always questioned my worth but not as much as I am questioning it now. How dare that woman punch me? A god? A mere human dare? What was her name again? That's right-'rare beauty'-Hayami. "Please refrain yourself, young Duke Caspian" my butler says. "How dare she punch me?! Is she a boy or just acting differently?"I complained to my butler. He sighed and just nodded, "She has a reputation for being..." I cut him off while he was looking for a word that fitted her. Only one word, "Weird" I say, he blinks at me, "I was going to say, unique, but that works too." he says. I chuckled at his reply, "What's her name again?" I asked, he looked around before leaning over. "I'll remember your name, Lady Sarah." "O-ouch! That girl! I'll make sure she pays!" I groaned. My Dad picked me up when he saw me on the ground, scolding me why I was sitting there. When he sat me down next to Uncle Gob, I asked him if he knew a girl who's blonde, had blue eyes and was very pretty. He chuckled, "Only one girl I know, lad.." he answered, sounding a bit drunk. "Hofferson's only child." he chugged his drink. "Oh! I see.. Astrid was it?." I smirked. "Astrid Hofferson, she is as good as dead." I punched him hard. My world crumbled. The same day, I had committed suicide, the same place she had committed her suicide. Can I see her again? Will I see her again? I have no one. I am alone. Just when things turn dark, I find myself being able to flutter my eyes open. What? "I see you're back, Felix."

Amor is the daughter of Aphrodite and Ares. She's the goddess of true love and battle. Despite one of her domains being true love. She's never had it for herself. One day her brother, Eros, convinces her to go to the mortal world to explore her options. She ends up encountering a circus of monsters where she finds that love. {The Freak Circus Fan-Fiction} {Jester, Ticket Taker x Goddess!OC} {Jester x Ticket Taker} Disclaimer: I do not own the freak circus! That honor belongs to Neko Bueno! I do own my original character! Creation Date: Sunday March 22 Completion Date: ?????????? Updates: Random! I have a very busy personal life and my motivation comes and goes!

History becalmed Wind's whisper, thunder's echo Sounds of dawn anew

In the age when Dharma stands fragile, a love older than time itself descends into mortal form. As Krishna readies himself to restore balance, a new force rises beside him - not merely a consort, but his equal, an amsha of Adi Para Shakti herself. Born as a warrior, destined to uphold Dharma, and cursed to forget the very soul she loves, her journey will weave battles, heartbreak, and divinity into legend. This is the tale of Jaya - the Warrior Beloved of Krishna. In the fires of destiny, two souls shall fight, fall, and rise - together.