Counterattack Of The Vengeful Goddess Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

"How dare a woman fight against me? I suggest you save your energy." Immediately, Tarrasque erupted again, about to take Goddess Apollo down, who had not regained her balance. Looking at the situation, Goddess Apollo bit her lips tightly, and she panicked. "Don't you hurt her!" Suddenly, Goddess Selene, who had been waiting for a chance, cried out. Solemnly, she started chanting. "Ice Cold Attack!" Goddess Selene uttered those words coldly. Instantly, hostility filled the atmosphere, and the surrounding temperature dropped. Quickly, frost bolts appeared and drew streams of ice blue glow, erupting toward Tarrasque.

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.”

They reflected her image to her, but that was all there was. "How could I fear a mere mortal?" the True Goddess was awash with rage once she gathered herself, and she angrily thrust her spear into Frederick. She was an ancient goddess! Many scrambled to earn her favour and few were worhty to die by her hand. How could she fear a mere mortal?! She pushed her sentiments into her spear, and it moved with a viciousness reflective of her current emotions; but before that energy spear could reach its target, a powerful force pushed out of Frederick and blew the True Goddess away.

She caught Athena's arm and drew the goddess towards herself, and surprisingly hugged her. "I have been playing around with you Athena, but don't try this next time, if you think it's because you are the goddess of war you will try to misbehave with every goddamn creature you see, then you are wrong, because I am your goddess of death." Vala said hugging the life out of Athena. The goddess tries to free herself from the Vala tight hold but couldn't. "Don't embarrass yourself, I am not done yet. Don't ever try to cut my path Athena, or else I'll cut the lines of your life." She added and released her hold on the goddess, smiling as she let go of Athena. "Darling." Athena said going to meet Ru

“It’s so unlike you to underestimate me, my dear, dear Sylvania. I may be a wreck of my former self, but I can assure your misery with nothing but a flick of my thumb. I am, after all, a Goddess; whereas, you’re a wielder, more of a demi-god whose prowess is under my mercy. Don’t you still understand the vulnerable position you are in?” She was swaying her hand in the air, nullifying each of Hail’s simultaneous balls of water and fire attack. Hail stopped for a moment to catch his breath, looking from the mistress to Dark. When Dark wiggled his forefinger, Hail immediately charged toward the mistress, a mad glint in his eyes as flame raged on his right arm and water streamed on the left, for

Blades raked, claws tore, crimson divine energy searing fragments. The pink - haired goddess struck again, neon brilliance slicing tendrils. Together, they forced the shadow back. Finally, the fragment collapsed inward. Not dead, merely kneeling under godly weight. Vaethea exhaled, sweat and divine energy mingling. Aphrodite leaned on her, trembling but alive. The pink - haired goddess lingered briefly, then vanished. The golden goddess’s gaze burned, claiming, possessing, vowing, before she too withdrew. “We’re not safe yet,” Vaethea murmured.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Every strike felt like it was landing on my heart. She trembled in my arms with tears streaming down her face. "Don't worry about me, Callan… Just run…" she sobbed. I held her tight as the blows rained on me like a hailstorm. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth and dripped onto her face. Suddenly, a cold, sharp voice cut through the chaos. "Stop!" Velda appeared, flanked by a massive entourage, and looked at me with eyes full of pure disgust. "Callan! Haven't you caused enough of a scene already?"