Call Me The Goddess Of Vengeance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Maybe we should have started from the beginning. Our is Inanna the of the goddess of Love, war, fertility, divine law, the enforcer of divine justice, and divine retribution. Some has even called her the Queen of heaven. Our mother was the only Goddess that has ever descended from heaven to the underworld and then returned to heaven. As the story goes She went to the underworld to visit her sister is the Queen of the underworld or Lady Hell, it’s a long story, but the short verison is, the seven judges of the underworld killed her by chopping off her head for trying to enter the underworld. Her servant begged the gods to return her and everyone denied her except one and they sent two s

MATE! I shook my head. That was impossible. My mate was dead. This woman was tall, strong, and walked like she owned the sun and the moon. She was a goddess of death. She couldn't be the small, "pathetic" Keira I remembered. "I am called The Huntress," she said. She walked toward me, and even though she was shorter than me, she felt much more powerful. She didn't look at my eyes; she looked at my neck, like she was deciding where to bite.

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

“No, we are not. Contrary to what you think of us goddess, we have your blood flowing within us, how can we defile that bond by acting like the sons of the devil? We watch other’s backs, we love ourselves because we are…” “Enough with your stupid speech,” the goddess raised her hand. “You may have my blood flowing within you but know that I did not give my blood freely,” her eyes burned something more than hate. “As such I do not see any reason to be responsible for you. I ask you again,” this time she turned to Evgan, “Why have you summoned me?”

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

"But who are you? And where am I?" "I am Nyx," she said softly. "Goddess of the Night." "God... Goddess of wh...what?" Carmen's breath caught in her throat. She had never believed in myths or gods, but the presence before her felt undeniably real. "You harbor great anger," Nyx said, her piercing gaze studying Carmen. "You cannot rest because your soul is bound by vengeance, lady." 'Great anger?' Carmen scoffed internally. She wanted to kill them. To make them feel the exact same pain they made her feel. But unfortunately, she couldn't because she was dead.

Logan's mother was one of the people that pressed for me to be banished, if anything, she humiliated me. I was the one that was wronged and yet she raised a vengeance spirit for me! Wow! "Why would I tell you that?" She questioned and I raised a brow. "Are you kidding? If I complete the spell, you would neutralize and that's the end of your existence so I'm not pleading, I'm asking you to tell me who the hell you are." I screamed at the top of my voice and she folded her hands resignedly. "I'm Hera, the goddess of vengeance. Now get your hands off that." She motioned and I shook my head in disagreement.

The voice hissed again. I scanned the room wildly but could not track the person with me. “Who did they kill? Was it Carissa? Did they kill my daughter?” My voice choked at the end. “She suffered great pain because of them. Her last thoughts were for vengeance. I have answered the call.” “Dark Sister—” I gasped as realization sunk in. Dark Sister was the darkest side of the Goddess. The Goddess was known for being firm but fair. She was kind and a symbol of purity and unconditional love. But with the light must come the dark. Dark Sister was the flipside of the Goddess’s glory and love. She answered the call for those deemed wronged. She is the embodiment of Vengeance and Death. She can only

my father shouted, outraged, electricity in the air. The son of a fucking bitch! He did hire them to kill her! “You did not give us all the details.” a voice I’m unfamiliar with replied angrily. “We don’t know what her gifts are.” a second man spoke. “We believe she may be Tyche.” a third said. Tyche? They think my Ismene-Eirene… I mean, not mine but whatever. But they think she’s a new goddess of luck? “You've got to be kidding me. She's just a blind girl. There's nothing special about her..." my father said, starting to trail off.