Evil Goddess Novels & Stories

He growls as he spins the blade and points the edge at me. He isn’t one to play. The man before me holds no humanity in his dead eyes. He is a monster and if I wanted to survive; I needed to show him exactly what I was… “Evangeline Vilkas, queen of the wolves and the Goddess of the Moon. Help me, and your pack will reap the benefit of a future full of life, wealth, and prosperity.” The words slip from my mouth before I can even process them, my voice echoing through the trees.

“She is evil. But unfortunately she is a direct descendant of the Earth Goddess and a very powerful witch” Slowly, a smile came onto Isla’s lips, one that made a chill run down my spine. “You forget”, she said to Gaia. “So am I”.

Dreadful icons were added to her pictograph completely changing her work while she continued with her chant, ignorant of the changes. "An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!"

And judging by his tone, this is about to get dark. “Ītzpāpālōtl is a goddess of the underworld. A fierce warrior who hates men for what they did to her and her lover. She draws power from blood magic, giving her strength, speed, and the ability to shift into any form. She wears a cloak of invisibility and commands jaguars as familiars. She feeds off her victims, drinking their blood and devouring their hearts. It makes her stronger.” Well, fuck. Definitely not a happy reunion with our Mother Goddess.

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.

"I’m not afraid of the fire. I’m only afraid of losing my son." "Then prepare for the Unweaving," Fenris said. Isabella Vance crawled out from the rubble of the ziggurat wall, her silver mane tattered, her diamond-eyes wild with a celestial madness. She looked at Lyra and Silas, then at the golden titan on the ridge. "You think a rogue god can save you?" Isabella laughed, a sharp, tittering sound that made the bone-trees tremble. "The Moon Goddess is the one who created you! She knows every flaw in your souls! She knows the exact moment you will break!"

I couldn't make out the facial features as yet but whoever it was had that lethal aura surrounding them! As the person came closer, I could start to see some facial features. I saw white...no silver hair, pale complexion, soul piercing magenta eyes. She had a half moon crown on top of her head. Oh, my goddess! This is Seline, our moon goddess! OH FUCK! I heard a slight giggle, but it left me with a sense of impending doom. So who am I? I gulped. "You are our goddess...Seline!" Good boy! Now can you tell me why you have become so evil that you would deny your only son his happiness?!

“It is my pleasure, Alpha. I do need a little more background on why I am doing what I am doing. Being a dark witch, I need to know everything so I can target and I know what I am targeting for.” Everyone was quiet not really sure if they should say anything before Maria spoke up “Hades has been targeting Sonya. He has hired people to kidnap, rape, and torture her on a continual basis. He has also tortured her as well in the course of his actions. The only thing he says is that he wants the goddess pendant to take over the world.”

VALKYRIE Some ancient tribes believed that once the moon turned into a shade of blood, it's deeply wounded or terribly ill. And during the eclipse, their people would chant prayers and offer dance to provide healing to this celestial magnificence in the dark sky. For our people, it was the very symbol of our curse and our birth— the image of our Goddess. It gave monstrous power to our ancestor who sought revenge for the death of her tribe. The one who had founded the Phantom and live within her children in blood which continuously led our kind to supremacy. Until she got broken, betrayed by her own kin. Her spirit shattered into three inheritors and then, she disappeared from our consciousne

Chris huffed. Elder Elise suddenly spoke up. “The Moon Goddess is rarely considered to be one whole, pure being,” she explained. “She, like the moon, lives in cycles—phases. She loves and she hates, she provides light and she provides darkness. Perhaps a part of her does not wish to blight the land of her children.” “But another part of her also feels the fury of a mother whose children have strayed,” I murmured. “You’re not telling me you actually believe those old stories, do you?” Chris suddenly asked, rounding to face me now. “They’re just myths, legends to pass on to children. Come on, Ava.”