
Sassy Goddesses is a myth-soaked, laughter-laced, slightly unhinged reclamation of the sacred. It’s a love letter to your power, your mess, and the ancient parts of you that never really forgot.
Inside these pages, you’ll meet twelve goddesses who’ve stopped asking for permission—each one tangled in myth, modernity, and just enough side-eye to make the patriarchy flinch. There’s an oracle with an attitude, a mermaid with boundary issues, a forge mother who’s done being polite, and a shadow dancer who turns unraveling into art.
And through it all? Belladonna.
Patron saint of sacred sarcasm. Reluctant narrator. Slightly tipsy spiritual midwife. Newest member of the Pantheon of Goddesses. She’ll guide you, judge you, and possibly hex your phone if you skim.
You weren’t just meant to read this book. You were meant to remember something through it.
…but one just kicked down your door, poured wine, and dared you to stay small.
Spoiler: you won’t.
Sacred Chaos, Meet Sacred You
For the version of you who forgot they’re the miracle—and still refused to dim.
A love letter.
These are our times: truth unraveling, systems crumbling, and souls remembering.
How to Use This Book—Your Myth Called. It Wants an Edit.
Caution: This book is louder than it looks. Portals open. Power ignites.
Contents May Have Teeth
A Belladonna transmission—aka how I got dragged into this mess.
Lilith
Born of backbone and bad press. She didn’t fall—she walked away.
The Midlife Muse
Caftan-clad. Done with your nonsense. Midlife? She calls it her power era.
The Mermaid Who Ghosted You
She flirts. She flips. She's gone. She swam off without closure. You’re welcome.
Freya, Goddess of Hungry Joy
She wants. She wins. She worships herself first—and then decides if you’re worthy.
Sekhmet
Your ego called. She ate it for breakfast. Sacred rage, served hot.
The Oracle of Eye Rolls
She sees all. She’s over most of it.
The One Who Carries the Final Straw
Try her. The prophecy’s been waiting. This is sacred ground—break carefully.
The Goddess of Glorious Breakdown
Step one: sob. Step two: sparkle. Tears first. Then the magic.
Gaia, Earth’s Reckoning in Softness
She births worlds and ends empires—without raising her voice.
Brigid, the Forge Mother
She crafts weapons and casseroles. Both are still hot when served.
The Herbalist with a Secret
She’s sweet with her salves, savage with her secrets. Ask the nettles.
The Shadow Dancer
She’ll make your fear confess—with choreography. There’s no skipping this dance.
The One Who Refused a Title
Belladonna’s Initiation: Fine. I’m sacred now. But I’m still judging you.
Messy, Magical Extras
Part sassy journal, part group chat, mostly unhinged.
Welcome to the After-Party
It started with a 2:00AM summoning and ended with your pantheon
drunk-dialing the moon.
Zodiac Misbehavior
What the Stars Would Whisper Behind Your Back— If they weren’t too
busy plotting your emotional unraveling.
Emergency Hex Hotline
Caller, are you in a petty state of mind? Stay on the line.
Tipsy Goddesses Read Your Journal
They laughed. They cried. They summoned backup. Your secrets are safe…ish.
Rituals, Receipts & Rude Interruptions
Voicemails from the divine. Chaos in the group chat. Someone spiked the
moon wine.
Your Inner Pantheon
You didn't just meet them You remembered you’re one of them.
A Handy List
Trouble You Didn’t Ask For.
You’ve always known.
But if you forget again... we’ll send the bees.
Still sacred. Still scandalous.
Rewriting the universe between bites of eggs Benedict. — And ordering bottomless mimosas just to see who survives.
© 2025 Seraphina Skye
Sassy Goddesses: Myth Meets Mayhem
Ancient archetypes. Modern chaos.
Sacredness can be messy.
Laughter heals as deeply as prayer.
Joy is its own kind of devotion.
Myth. Mischief. Remembering.
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