Blood Goddess Name Novels & Stories

She was untainted, she was the most intelligent, she was the most beautiful, she was the most powerful and she was human. Human, she was, with blood running through her veins and a steady heartbeat, but there was evil lurking around the big mansion, an evil being who had his eye on little lamb Aphrodite. An evil being with sharp teeth and a thirst for human blood. An evil being who craved to dig his teeth into her neck...not to suck her blood, but to mark her. A vampire. Her Master. Abigor.

I send her a mind link. “Yes, Alpha. What can I help with,” she responds immediately. “Persephone Ferox is one of the women listed in the dossier for the meeting today. Can you find out more about her? Specifically, the name. I think it may be an alias.” “Well, off the bat, I know Ferox means wild in Latin, Alpha. You don’t think the Goddess Persephone is here at Blood River, do you?” her tone sounds more nervous at the question. “I think we would all know if the queen of the underworld was in our presence, Musu. Let me know when you have something.”

She was staring at everyone of us viciously, with her eyes screaming reckoning and doom. Instantly, I recognized that gaze of hers. It wasn't my daughter who was standing there, it was ... .the Moon Goddess. She had truly awoken, but that time around, it wasn't in my body, but in my daughter's. As soon as she took her last step, she lifted her gaze and growled: “Wolfsbane's bloodline, it's time for you to pay the debt you owe!” And with that, the light went out again.

She said. "Yes? What is it?" I said directly. "You mean Gayle, is Abbygayle Viper?" Abby Gayle Viper? "I don't know, I don't know her surname as long as she says her name is Abbygayle." Savienna nodded to me and looked into the void as if thinking. "Angelic face? Likes shopping? Modest?" I immediately nodded. Yes! That's him, does Savienna know Gayle? "She's God's daughter." I immediately got cold. Oh no...that explains all those auras and that bloodlust that she can control so well.

'Let me just get my hands on that-'she began raining cusses for the thousandth time today on the beast named Amaris who disappeared on her. Today was definitely not a good day for her and it all began with her lending a helping hand to her classmate. Was there anything wrong in doing that though? She didn't harm anyone yet she had encountered experiences today that made her feel like she was facing retribution for her evil deeds! Or was she an evil witch in her past life? Was that why she was repaid like this?! Arya was still imagining herself as an evil witch on a flying broom going on a killing rampage that she didn't notice a figure walking towards her stealthily.

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

I began, again no interruptions, just silence. "Zelena is the last known female descendant of Selena, the first chosen daughter of the Goddess. She bears the mark of the Moon Goddess and harnesses her powers as well. Zelena is the newborn Triple Goddess”.

But the final image twisted her stomach. A grave. Unmarked. Silent. The wind howled over it.“Elena,” the goddess said quietly.“I can give you the power to end this war.”Elena’s pulse quickened. “What kind of power?” The goddess reached forward and touched Elena’s chest.Cold fire spread through her veins instantly. Power. Wild. Ancient. Terrifying. “Elena,” the goddess whispered.“The Blood Moon.”The name alone shook the air.“A Luna who commands not just wolves…”The silver world cracked with lightning.

I placed the crucifix in her head The Cross burned her skin as she talked inaudibly in pain, trying to resist the powers of the Almighty. She held on for fifty minutes till she can no longer withstand the pain anymore. She reveals her name or should I say names “My first and special name is called Gyllou; the second Amorphous; the third Abyzou; the fourth Karkhous; the fifth Brianê; the sixth Bardellous; the seventh Aigyptianê; the eighth Barna; the ninth Kharkhanistrea; the tenth Adikia; the twelfth Myia; the half Petomene”

The ritual bowl at her feet pulsed gently, reminiscent of a heartbeat. The blood within no longer flowed like a liquid. It was beginning to stir. She murmured the ancient words, from a tongue older than any scripture, and the blood began to take shape—first a circle, then the mark of flame. A name ignited in her mind. Adrianna. The final soul. The daughter of Giovanni Moretti.