روايات وقصص ضمن Goddess Green Eyed Death

It crackles and swirls as I see it glow brightly and I pull it forward, holding my hands out in front of me as I direct it into my palms. “I Gaia Williams, the wolf Goddess of Hell and Harbinger of Death. Call upon the gods to lend me your power to grant me the permission to save your friend, my aunt, and our Moon Goddess. I forgive you, Selene, for everything you have done.” I open my eyes as the light grows in my palms. Selene opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.

And after she had successfully, she returned with more anger and desperacy. ANGRY BEAUTY She stood before the country men, before the host of all that can grip sword in the ocean, and spoke again, we have seen the tyrant and stood face to face with her, she is not just a Queen but a witch, one that has grew stronger and mighty, she roar like a beast looking for whom to devour, and your kingdom has also been marked for destruction, here in her merciful pool of blood she lay and in pain she closed her eyes, peace hater men has made attempt on her life, and seem to had succeeded, only in the ever silent face of Eledua we now look, and prayed she live and rule again. The goddess, our own goddess

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,

She was Layla, the murdered Alpha King’s only daughter. And the other, he did not recognize. Just setting eyes on the other female gave him the chills. Long, straight and pure white air curved through the air like an arc, making her out into something of an angel. An angel of death, judging by the deadly calm in her beautiful green eyes. Those eyes were reflecting the flames raging the building, but yet, they were so cold. That coldness reminded him of someone. That was when he realized who the white haired angel of death was. The white hair. The green eyes.

she asked him. “The last of that cursed seed.” Aworyn nodded and Emory looked at her. It was hard to tell why the goddess was so annoyed by Dante. The intensity of her gaze was enough to make anyone feel uneasy, and it was clear that the goddess was beyond angry. Also, her eyes looked exactly like Aworyn’s, well not exactly. Staring into the goddess’ smouldering green eyes was like exposing the depths of your soul to her hypnotic, burrowing gaze.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.

The woman with the green eyes red hair, and lush lips that could lead you to death if you weren't careful enough. She was delicate, yet powerful at the same time, like an ancient goddess coming down from Olympus, beautiful beyond belief. But she was also dangerous, and if she managed to slip free, I'd be dead before I knew what hit me. And I still hadn't figured out what it would take to make her stay, I didn't want her to leave but I made her leave.

Especially those idiotic naked goddesses that were painted on the loft ceiling. Rhye grimaced. The images of goddesses with fiery swords defending a gaggle of humans against a horde of dark creatures might be some sort of priceless work of art, but to Rhye it was a never-ending source of annoyance and stupidity. He was a brutal killer and a ruthless enemy to those who would threaten his pack. But for all his grim reputation, he was cursed with finely carved features and a halo of dark curls that perfectly matched his light green eyes. As beautiful as a fallen god . . .

Incensed by its unexpected power, she moves up the window rapidly, rushing at her delightful mother for solace. "Presently, presently, sweet youngster, quiet down," the goddess says, the words liquefying like spread through her lips. Her hair was a profound ruby red, her eyes as green as a glade on a brilliant summer day. Her girl has similar highlights, imparting no resemblance to her father. Notwithstanding, the young lady is honored with her dad's captivating, loud snicker and calm character.