Goddess Of Death Name Novels & Stories

Jessa smiled at them, but I instantly noted the stress lines and the way they clenched their hands. “What happened?” I asked, standing. Cassian moved to Jessa’s side and put an arm around her shoulders. “An Omega named Gilmore was found dead an hour ago. No sign of injury except for a symbol drawn into his forehead with blood. Quinn found the body. He says he’s done research, and it’s a symbol of the ancient goddess of Juno.” “Juno?” Jessa repeated, her eyes widening. Jarek took over. “She was apparently a goddess of mothers and maternity as well as a war goddess that brought death and destruction. The month of Jessa is named for her.”

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

Below her there was : 1. God Of Magic, Crowley 2. Goddess Of Love, Althea 3. Goddess Of Farming, Delfhy 4. God Of War, Rudeus Well Audelia only knew few of them as she didn't pay much attention to it in the past life. There were many other gods and goddesses out there. They all governed every aspect of this world while Goddess Ultimia watched over them. Audelia knelt and clasped her hands together as she closed her eyes and prayed. Just as she was about to utter her words in her prayers, Audelia felt like her soul had been sucked out and what greeted her the moment she opened her eyes was white dimension and a single woman.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Watching my father, the father who raised me as his own, the man who loved me unconditionally, die triggered inside me a rage I wasn’t expecting. I felt the power flowing through me, something primal…something ancient was rising up. We are the Goddess of War incarnate, Morrigan. What? What Goddess of War? The Celtic Goddess of War, whose name is Morrigan. Umm, is that a coincidence? Nope! Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns.

I can feel my anxiety starting to rise. "Calm down, Sophia... Breathe." Alex said, and we got into the elevator, I started to walk from one side to the other, until I felt Alex hold me and look at me. "The Gods exist, Selene is the Goddess of the Moon and the one we pray to... The other Gods also exist, they've all changed names, you can call them Zeus or Ra... The point is what they're made of, not what you call them." "That's it... Ah, I'm definitely going to hell..." I said, already seeing the sins I had committed.

"Who is she?" "She is both life and death, Light and darkness, the start and the end. Speak her name, and the world will crumble, only to be reborn. Speak her name, and boundless power will be yours. She is the god of all gods…" She was indeed powerful. The god of all gods… We have never heard of a thing like that, had never known there was a god that powerful. A goddess actually. "What is her name?" "To speak her name is to utter life and death,

After drying myself up, Sarah had already prepared my clothes, a gown, and a coat on the bed. "No training today?" I asked. "Not after what happened yesterday. Everyone is still on edge," Sarah said. The gown seemed like a formal occasion. "Are we having visitors over?" I asked. "The alpha decided it's time for you to get examined by the priestess." "Priestess?" I laughed. "You people have high priests here too? I thought it was just a myth." "Yes, we do have priestesses and priests. They are the ones that help us consult with our deities. It's the same thing with humans consulting the help of their gods with pastors, imams, rabbis, and all that," she lectured me.

I don't move, much less breathe, which he seems to take as an encouragement to go on. “From what I was told, it is not going to be a normal war. It is going to be brought on by… by a… I mean… it's a…” “Deity,” I supply. “What?” “Deity. Void specifically. That is his name.” “What- how? How did you know that? I had only just gotten… wait. She told me that someone… a couple would lead the charge. A descendent of the goddess herself and her mate. Are you-”

I responded dryly. There really is no honor in death. Fairy tales love to romanticize death. Like somehow, if Cordelia knew we sang songs and danced to the story of her death march, that it would make it all worth it. Who cares if the world changed because you died, your death means you’ll never have an opportunity to see it. Besides, her death meant nothing except to warn other slaves, peasants, and omegas to never dare be mated to someone above your station. This is why so many priestesses come from the lower class. The goddess mated them too far above their station. Their choices are to be killed by their mate, potentially be accepted by their mate, or dedicate their lives to the goddess.

As both consolation and honor, the gods transformed Usha into the dawn, a light that would rise each day to chase away darkness and shadow. Yet the light of Usha was never merely symbolic. It was power itself, a force that could forge warriors and creatures of might. From her essence, the gods later shaped Durga, a goddess of war and justice, and imbued her with weapons of celestial power to strike down the demon whose malice threatened the balance of all life—human and magical alike.