Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

Isis explained. “Only the Avatar of Visha, the Goddess of mortality, can kill such a demon,” Hecate elucidated. “Where and who is this Avatar,” I asked with a hint of panic in my voice. “The Avatar is sitting right here in front of us,” another female voice replied behind the triple moon goddesses, her words echoing through the throne room.

the goddess spoke passing through Hilda like a wind. "I think I'm dead. What? Am I dead? Could this be an underworld?" Hilda's thoughts became wild. As she couldn't figure out what was going on. "I am the greatest werewolf goddess, goddess of the seven seas and seven mountains. Seer of what is and what is to become. Greatest if the werewolf goddess that has and will ever exist. You are standing before the goddess of fire, water, air, and of the earth. And all you think I can hear." the goddess replied calmly.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

I sigh, attempting to make peace with my lack of knowledge and failing a bit. “Some of the near-Gods are more famous and powerful than others,” Jackson says, a bit absent, getting lost in his thoughts. “Especially the older ones. His two eldest children – and the ones that I think the Goddess your grandmother is most bitter about – are twins. They’re frequently referred to religiously as the God of Death and the Goddess of Life.” “What?” I breathe, fascinated and confused.

She had gone to the archives to read history of the gods and goddesses that exist and the list was endless. She also read of all their acts and apparently, the one deity that she took a keen interest in was THANATOS, known as the god of death. She loved how the god was swift to act and how he didn't pity any of his victims. She began by preparing all the necessary Ingredients; as she imagined going into the higher realm to challenge one of the gods and to do it, she needed to be fully fortified. She had recited more than tens of hundreds of spells and also had ensured her sword was forged out of the bloods of all the Alpha's she had killed, even the Alpha king included.

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.