Demon Goddess Novels & Stories

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

He smirked. "Breaking you will be fun." "Do your worst....demon" she breathed out. Desmond's eyes it up in red. He sensed something odd about this woman. "Demon...I am no mere demon" he chuckled. "No. Indeed you are not. But a fallen god is not much of an opponent either" she said. "I am no fallen god mortal! I am a God the likes of which you have never seen" he seethed. " Tsk tsk you think so highly of yourself. Does your inner demon know you pay him no mind" she calmly breathed.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

This is even worse than I thought. "How do you know about Atari?" She frowns a little. As that what I look like when I do that? "She is a Demon, like you," she says, as if that answers any of my questions. I'm not surprised she knows who I am, considering she has taken my appearance for whatever reason. But what does Atari have to do with this? "Who are you?" "I am just a part of this earth who has gained the ability to communicate with you," she tells me lightly, the tears once streaking down her face now dried.

With a tilt of her head, she motioned toward the woman beside her. "You being here is a blessing, Dominixe. Your gift will buy us the time we need to pry the truth out of him. Thank you for answering Mother's call." The woman, Dominixe, gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable, voice like frost. "For our sister, always." Her gaze bore into Kenji with unnerving calm. "In case you're wondering, stranger, I am Dameta, the Goddess of Time. The seventh daughter." She raised a hand toward Rachelle.

Instead of thinking about unnecessary things, it's better to work. *** The Goddess of Fortune stays away from her... "Are you here?" Ariesta just sighed and was silent, ignoring him. She looked at this man in front of her with a poker face, simply because there were so many people here. She bowed respectfully because this man was older and a major shareholder of the company. If only she had met this man while she was alone, she would have showered her with disdainful looks. She didn't greet Sebastian, nor did she smile.

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 Yuunoarrah Fullvrink humbly accept this title with open arms and I will lead both worlds to a brighter future." Felucca cried, praising her daughter for becoming a greater person than she could ever have imagined. The Demon watched from a distance smirking at the notion of a painful goodbye. As he crushed the skulls of the Demons that entered his realm while he was away. As he absorbed their power and broke their spirit stones assuring they will never be a problem again. He was about to snap his fingers when the Demon felt a touch upon his shoulder. He looked beside him seeing the goddess Faith herself was teasing him.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.