Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

she replied, giving me one last knowing look, before she turned, her hair flowing like liquid shadow, and swept from the room. The silence that followed rang in my ears… “Was that---?!” I asked, my words stumbled out, caught between disbelief and outrage, while my heart was thundering in my chest. But Ani cut me off, sighing as he did. “Nyx, the Goddess of Night and Darkness, mother of Death, Sleep, and the Fates themselves?” He asked, sis eyes still fixated on the place where she’d disappeared. A look that I couldn’t decipher, but my hurt overactive imagination immediately concluded had to be longing...

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.”

Although death approached, General Siwa felt no fear. She was a goddess, but before that she was a Divine Servant. Although there was a strong Scholar on the team, he would not be able to kill her. She wasn't just a Divine Servant after all; she was also a goddess. She was a false goddess, but she still had a pseudo Godhead. To kill her Abe would have to find that as well and destroy both simultaneously. Logically speaking, he would only be able to do one of the two with his strength, but that would make no difference. Her Godhead was in her mistress's Soul Space. To kill her, Abe would have to kill her mistress first! So although she may face defeat here, she would return to her mistress an

She gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid you know.” She told him. “I have more than one form.” Though she wasn’t as big nor as impressive as her brothers, but she was a goddess of the underworld. She could control death. She could bring death up and let the dead walk if she wanted to. So what she lacked in size she made up for in power.

I nod, moving along with him, and together we walk slowly along the wall, studying the images drawn there. As we walk along the length of the wall, I at first assume that the images are simply decorative. The Goddess of Life is in most of them, doing magnificent things. I see some of her standing with pregnant women and newborn children, pressing what looks like light into their hearts, blessing their minds. Another shows her hand and hand with her brother, Death, as they together usher the shades of dead through the Deadlands, him showing them the way in, her showing the way out.

she asks as she sits on the coffee table opposite me and Carter moves to sit on the arm. “Apparently so. The Alphas need to do their jobs or face their packs being wiped out. I hope they know the severity of this?” I ask her and she nods her head as she leans against her knees. “They do, lets hope their members get the memo. That last thing I want to do is have to level a pack because of a few chancers who fancy trying to kill you without being in the arena. But if it comes to it, I will.” With Gaia being the Goddess of Hell and the Harbinger of Death. The position has its consequences, especially for those that break the rules. They will meet her, she is the one that is the executioner. I k

Just as quickly as her anger hand mounted, it vanished and she smiled again. “Your maid was right.” She said. “I don't get the credit that I deserve. People don't often talk about me. You hear them refer to me sometimes as a 'he' and sometimes they just choose to call me death, even those who've been opportune to meet me chose to call me the death goddess and goddess of death but no one acknowledges me as Malkin!” “The goddess of death?” I asked with nothing but sheer fear! “There you go.” She shook her head.

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

Rhae gently tugged Aynyra's wrist, indicating for her to follow. "What are you wearing? Is that the Amiran guild uniform? Are you undercover right now?" "Which god are you blessed by?" Rhae asked, remembering their first encounter where Aynyra demonstrated powerful instincts. Aynyra blinked at the change in the discussion yet answered anyway, "Kala, goddess of war. I suppose that's what makes me able to hold my own, when I call on her abilities."

The haggard sage. Who was looking just like her name implied? Messy hair mixed with white strands. Wrinkles over her unwashed face, torn rags as clothes. She bowed her head slightly. “You must tell us at once. The cause of the death.” Draven noted sharply. “Yes, Sire.” She stepped forward to where to dead bodies lay. And after a while of sniffing and pouring weird sand, she stood up to face us. “This isn’t a natural death. It’s a verdict from the goddess.”