Goddess Green Eyed Death Novels & Stories

On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother. SYNOPSIS: Green's life lost its meaning the moment Zeus died in her arms. in her grief and hopelessness, she was lost until one day, her beloved mate appeared before her. But this time, he wasn't the loving mate she knew. He was a bloodthirsty monster hunting for her life. Red, Book Two of The Colour Series UPLOADED: 15-03-2023

Laughter shook my chest as I howled, “Lina, don’t go! We were having a moment here! We were bonding!” “Were not!” “Were too, I could feel it! I’m all warm and tingly inside.” “You should probably get that checked out!” The door slammed shut, muffling the rest of her snappy reply. An hour later I found myself sitting at a circular, wooden table surrounded by my sister, mates, and a handful of other deities. There was Dhara, the Goddess of the Earth, seated beside Sephtis, God of Death. To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

I paused,glanced at the faces of each of the werewolves present with her,"I have marked each faces of these men present here, even with closed eyes, I can still see them very clear in the darkness and we both know that goddesses never dies, so killing me is impossible Hereto" Her eyes flashed and a smirk appeared on her face. "You are right dear sister,I know that goddesses never dies but don't forget that their powers can be taken away from them…" she smiled watching the shock look on my face, "Just wait and see, the walls of this cage is filled with a power that sucks powers out of a god or goddess. Just stay put and let the magic do its job, I can't wait to see you become a mere mortal wi

And it only pained her to know that Amber was not the one to endure the consequences of her actions. Rebecca was the one who paid dearly for Amber's mistake~ Nature resides within the Goddess and her presence was living proof of that. The Goddess's body was surrounded by light! Her blonde hairs were flowing to her hips, a crown made of tree barks and flowers was set on her head. Water and fire were floating around her crown. Her eyes were of lively green color, fuller lips redder than an apple. She was a sight a person could never forget. Beauty with no flaws. . .

But that wasn’t what made my chest seize. It was the eyes. Golden-white. Cracked with shadow. Pupils shaped like a sunburst surrounded by obsidian halos. I knew those eyes. I’d worn them before—on battlefields that no longer existed. The goddess. The executioner. The one who had kissed death and made him beg. She stared out at me through my own reflection was calm. And then she smiled. I stumbled back, bile rising in my throat. This wasn’t just a tether anymore.

Her eyes looked wild and full of fury, her lips pulled back over her teeth and her canines extended before my eyes. “Ahh… okay” I groaned, the pressure on my chin starting to ache. “The last Triple Goddess died two hundred and sixty-four years ago. She had very limited powers but was able to move small amounts of water. She died in her sleep at the age of ninety-six. There hasn’t been another since then” I spoke softly and slowly. Hina let go of my chin and roughly threw my face out of her hand. She stood up and huffed in annoyance.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

A softer voice followed, the voice of the Goddess of Light: “Power taken through death binds you to the balance. The world tilts. The darkness stirs.” The sand beneath my feet cracked, a long line splitting open. On one side, gold light. On the other, endless shadow. A figure emerged from the darkness… familiar and terrifying. A woman with Selene’s face… but not Selene. Older. Ancient. Her eyes glowed green like Morwein’s, but darker, hollow, hungry. Her voice slithered through my mind: