Goddess Green Eyed Death Novels & Stories

They were dying in an excruciatingly painful manner. The rogues began howling loudly and Nova was laughing My chest began to hurt and I dropped to the ground also coughing out the same green substance. It tasted vile and made one to retch as though you wanted to cough out your throat. “Stop it!!!!” I could see Selene. Her eyes had a silver glow to them and she looked angry. Nova’s smile faltered “This is impossible” “Oh but it is” Selene replied This felt like a fantasy. The only people who possessed this color of eyes were direct descendants of the moon goddess. One of those had not been seen in mere centuries.

Her mousey-blonde hair looks greasy and knotted, around her eyes look worn and sunken but her eyes themselves… The light shining from the doorway gives me a glimpse into her eyes and it makes my blood run cold. I’ve looked into the eyes of people as they took their last breath. I’ve seen the eyes of the dead. I’ve even seen the eyes of pure evil. But these eyes… their normal glimmering shade of topaz appear vacant while holding memories of horrors many couldn’t even begin to imagine. It’s almost as if I can see those horrors replaying themselves in her eyes, sharing their terror with any who dare to look. Reminds me of the tale of Medusa. A beautiful woman; raped by Poseidon and punished by

Isabella sought to control us all, to bend the pack to her will. I continued my pursuit, all the while keeping a safe distance. We arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight, and Isabella's presence took on a more ethereal quality. She stood at the epicenter, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. As I watched, a surge of energy rippled through the clearing, and the Moon Goddess appeared before her with a radiance that could rival the moon itself. Her voice carried a soothing power, her words filled with wisdom and protection.

He opened his eyes at her movement and continued on, “As I took my final breaths of life, I could see the man with the saw begin to hack into my horn. I felt the jagged teeth of the saw breaking away at it. I closed my eyes hoping and praying to the Sun God to end my life before the men finished my horn. I could feel myself slipping away. The darkness began to seep through and I could feel it as it consumed me. "Then, suddenly, I felt and saw a light. I heard a voice that rang a song of angels. And I was being pulled from the darkness. I had returned from the dead. When I opened my eyes and stood, I realized how. There in front of me stood the Goddess of the Moon. She sweetly asked me my nam

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

The voice hissed again. I scanned the room wildly but could not track the person with me. “Who did they kill? Was it Carissa? Did they kill my daughter?” My voice choked at the end. “She suffered great pain because of them. Her last thoughts were for vengeance. I have answered the call.” “Dark Sister—” I gasped as realization sunk in. Dark Sister was the darkest side of the Goddess. The Goddess was known for being firm but fair. She was kind and a symbol of purity and unconditional love. But with the light must come the dark. Dark Sister was the flipside of the Goddess’s glory and love. She answered the call for those deemed wronged. She is the embodiment of Vengeance and Death. She can only

Tara asked for forgiveness before she cut one of the attacker's hand and stabbed his leg The fight was intense and before long one of the attacker had tried to grab Tara and he mistakenly touched the pendant. The pendant lit up and Tara's eyes changed to purple and dark smoke came out of her hands and went to the attacker, the attacker was suffocated to death. Tara was not herself, her eyes were purple and her aura was dangerous. Her dark smokes went to each attacker and she suffocated all of them, the vampires were left shocked. They all watched her kill the attackers with just the smoke from her hand and how her green eyes were now purple, she looked like the goddess of death . After all t

“Welcome to the Silver Moon territory.” She met my gaze steadily, her expression unreadable. “Thank you for allowing me entry, Rykor,” she replied coolly, though there was a tremor of unease in her voice. I nodded, taking in her defiant posture and the guarded pain in her eyes. “Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you around.” As we walked through the lush greenery that surrounded the estate, I caught glimpses of my pack members watching us from a distance—eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The stories of the Luna of Death were not easily forgotten, and her presence here was nothing short of a marvel.

Her head lifted, and her eyes lasered in on my hand before flicking up to meet mine. “Priestess River is right.” Dina exhaled noisily and straightened her back. “The death goddess is vindictive and greedy. She offers up the sort of magic that the earth and moon goddesses refuse to get near. She’ll kill without a moment’s regret as long as she gains something from the person making the request or the witch casting the spell. Like how Zeke killed his beta to block you from accessing your wolf.” “Dear gods.” Michael shook his head. “Why would you ask a deity like that to help you?”

Then, she turned. Her face was a haunting mirror of Iris’s own features, but aged into something timeless and terrifyingly beautiful, like a statue carved by a god who knew too much about pain. But her eyes—they weren't the soft green of a Calder. They glowed with a solid, metallic gold light that seemed to burn right through the shadows.