Evil Goddess Novels & Stories

Ignoring her litany. “I possess many names. I am Varina, the cave dweller. And I am also Virina, the water goddess. Sometimes, they called me the Water Demon. I created this island for my loyal followers thousands of years ago. But as my spirit lingers, I have witnessed the creation of the caste oppressing the weak. The balance was destroyed.” The goddess had shown Malaika the day she created this paradise as she snapped her fingers. A thin ice glass materialized before them as they observed the events in the past…

Morrígan spoke. Viper’s eyes widened. Did she just read my mind? The goddess had short dark curly hair that fell over her left side of her dark skinned face, covering her left eye and Viper could see some kind of tattoo on her visible right eye. It had white intricate dotted markings all around it that looked like tiny crystals. “Allow me to show you!” the goddess whispered and Viper watched as she unexpectedly vanished in a dark cloud of smoke. Through the smoke cloud, farther from Viper, stood Diana and in front of him was the bare chested muscular toned god identified as Kratos.

I asked as I swallowed from nervousness. "Worry not, mortal one. I can tell from your reaction that you fear me. I can assure you that I am neither evil nor good. In fact, I am nothing. As goddess of oblivion, I represent nothingness to which everything began and all shall end. To answer your question as to why the enemy is after me: you see, I used to dwell in these lands, but when these vile creatures came to invade this realm, they took me as their prisoner and used me as their tool. One day, I escaped and did something to stop their evil plans. Now, they are after me, dead or alive. Since then, I’ve been on the run."

Dark energy surged around her, coalescing into spectral claws that tore at the ground. It was the power of the Death Goddess, raw and unfiltered, channeled through Evelyn’s form. I instinctively raised my sword, but it felt like a child’s toy against the ancient, malevolent force she wielded. A black wave of sickly sweet air hit me, making my lungs burn, my vision blur. I gasped, stumbling back. Evelyn was no longer just an opponent; she was an avatar of destruction, her movements unnaturally swift, her attacks imbued with a chilling finality.

Now he was back, hiding in Black Claws territory. Lira’s voice shook slightly, the only crack in her armor. “We need to get him, whether alive or dead. He needs to pay for everything that he—” She didn’t need to finish. Everyone knew. The Ripper had killed her father, Elder Voss, first—ripping out his throat and carving his accusations into the flesh. Voss’s death had been the catalyst for Lira’s rise: respected enough to break centuries of tradition, she became the first and only female elder in Black Claws history.

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.

Vega explained before turning away. "Have you guys ever wondered why Daemons were suddenly appearing out of nowhere?" she asked again, turning to face them again. They were intrigued by her statement and stared at her. "Do you recall the historical event that occurred decades ago?" she inquired. Except for Dove and Teresa, they all looked at her with puzzled expressions. Dove rolled her eyes, she said, "The moon goddess, Selene, bestowed upon this empire the appearance of a woman known as the moon priestess. She was the first and only moon priestess to appear, and she was extremely powerful."

Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil.

A red star the size of a soccer ball appears in Belphegor’s palm and he hurls it at the retreating party, Eliza splits it in half with no issue at all with the ensuing blast causing an explosion over a hundred mile radius BELPHEGOR : That star was capable of wiping out what you humans would call a large country yet you were not only able to destroy it, you also contained the ensuing explosion as well, what are you?? ELIZA : I don’t know, all I know is that I’ve always had a power akin to a deity…. So I guess you can call me a goddess of sorts, an incarnate of the Father… ( her eyes begin to glow with the surrounding resonating with the divine energy exuding from her)

But I don’t feel caged. Not anymore. I feel… ready. Let Elias come. Let him bring his monsters. Let him rise with the ghosts of every divine he’s tried to destroy. He will learn what happens when you push a mother too far. When you threaten her pack. When you take everything—and she has nothing left to lose. I am the goddess’s daughter. I was born in the dirt, raised in chains, forged in silence and fire. Now? I will burn the underworld down.