Call Me The Goddess Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Upon closing his eyes there was the image that kept plastering in his vision and that image was the image of the gorgeous young woman he saved earlier 'So her name was Iris. It was a name for a lost goddess and it only depicts her appearance. She’s a lost goddess inside the market. Though, I think whatever happens afterward will be forgotten by her. She’ll surely forgot that there was someone who had touched her body because of the side effect of the one she took. I knew that because I had knowledge of those. The only thing that I know first is the meaning of the prohibited medicine and it’s side effect, but never the scent of it. It’s just knew to me that, people have something upon their s

In a quiet Vip room in starlight The God Of war, God of control, Goddess of destruction, and Goddess of sin were all sitting back having a serious conversation. "This was a stupid idea you know that right? It's time to quit playing mind games and start actually doing something. I'm tired of not being able to use my magic. The Goddess of creation needs to be taught a lesson. Tortured alittle and than locked away forever. I'm done playing games. There needs to be a vote." Kali The Goddess of Destruction had been rambling on and on since they got into the club.

A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil. He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart. "Herega, it is an honour" he said, Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.

I was used to being called a pathetic coward, a naïve girl, a product and when my mommy was alive she used to call me angel. But no one called me strong. She smiled brightly at me, "Don't worry, amore, you're safe now. No one's gonna harm you." ..So, they won't come back? "You are safe now my love," the lady repeated, her smile was brighter than the sun, "I'm Cassedy." Cassedy. The woman who gave me a new life. She was my mother. And I couldn't ask for more as a girl who escaped the clutches of monsters.

Preppy blonds who pretended to be goth were more my type. "If they aren't, then perhaps I can?" She replied, her voice filled with lust as she walked toward me, sashaying her hips, crossing through my fire. This. This is how I destroy her. She's forgotten that my mother is Persephone, a goddess so pure that her power alone cleanses the world of winter and brings new life. A demon of pure darkness, one such as this Medusa, wouldn't be able to get past my shield.

He chuckles, as he wraps the towel around me. “Yes, she is, and her name is Coventina,” I say, beaming at him. “Coventina? Really? Do you know the origin of that name?” He asks, a look of nervousness on his face. “Um, no?” “Coventina is the Goddess of water.” My jaw drops. That’s just a coincidence, right? Like I know Auntie Morrigan’s adoptive name was not a coincidence, she really is the Goddess of War reincarnated.

she cut the call then leaned against the wall and cried. How could she do that? There were kids in that coven, yes, she was a kid too when her home was invaded and her parents killed but she is the Goddess, mother of creation, she is supposed to be forgiving and not revengeful. How could she? Tia cried hard but then she turned her emotions into anger and pushed the door to the meeting room hard making the door fly and hit hard on the wall.

Ruby let out a heavy sigh. “We did, but Jessica thought maybe there was more to it than just framing her. These ancient goddesses had magic and power in their own right, and she thinks maybe they were legends born of extremely powerful witches. Or maybe they’re actual goddesses that we can appeal to for our own magical needs.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Who did she think you were associated with, then?” “There’s a goddess named Vesta who is associated with the home hearth and an eternal fire.”

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.

My jaw tightened. “Good.” For the first time, the Goddess’s expression shifted — not disapproval. Interest. “You seek revenge.” “I seek balance,” I replied. That was not entirely a lie. She studied me for a long, endless moment. “Very well, Lyra Nightfall. You shall return.” The silver light began to collapse inward, spiraling around me. “But understand this,” the Goddess warned, her voice echoing like thunder through the stars. “Revenge does not heal. It only transforms.”