Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

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.

Aist, cut the crap, Princess. But, I don’t know what to do now. I am deeply attracted to Sophia but I can’t deny the fact that Death is oozing with sex appeal. He is hot and delicious, but Sophia is the epitome of beauty, though. And not to mention her big watermelons in front of her. Wait, Sophia? Who is Sophia? Do you know who she is? Does her name ring a bell? I don’t know either. So that’s why I was asking you? Death told earlier that she was a goddess. Is this for real? A goddess wanted to have me with her.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

"The sculpture in the photo looks quite familiar. It looks like the one that won the grand prize just recently." "Didn't the sculptor say she created the piece based on her sister? Why are there human bones in it? This is so scary." "You should look more closely. That's plaster, not bones! You should go and get your eyes checked. Don't go around spouting nonsense." "Our lovely Layla loves her sister the most. You should show the deceased some respect and watch what you say online." "I'm not trying to pick a fight with anyone, but… Is Layla Larson's sister named Hazel? She was my classmate. Even though she had a physical disability, Hazel had always been an optimistic person. She didn't seem

Aengus snapped. Azrail was the god of death who was tasked by Aengus in picking up the souls of the dead to bring them to the god of life, Asher, who on the other hand, was tasked with the reincarnation process afterwards. "Yeah. Yeah. Will you just shut up? Any words that come from your mouths are just irritating me," Abbadon said in a tone that is void of emotions and care while ignoring all the piercing glares that the other gods and goddesses who don’t like his very existence are shooting him.

Her knee-length black hair dropped over her right chest like a drape, the morning breeze lightly plucking at the silky strands as her violet eyes reflected back at her. “I…I’m reborn…?” It was surreal. Yusria didn’t believe in the existence of gods. On the contrary, ever since her pack was attacked by rogues and her parents ruthlessly slaughtered, she had lost faith in the existence of higher beings that defended the weak and provided justice to the wronged.

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

" I didn't add that she was already dead for laying a hand on Zirah, I was just biding my time until I could finish her off. "You can't touch me. I'm Peyton Ramsey's daughter!" She I could two fucks if you were the goddess's daughter herself, you should have known better." I sneered down at her. "You want to incite my father's rage by doing this? Over her? She's not even worth it!" If eyes could kill, I'd be six feet under by now. My hands clenched and unclenched several times as I brought it to my lips, resisting the urge to just end her then and there.

her voice carried the weight of cosmic authority, an undeniable presence that left no room for doubt. The revelation hit me like a tidal wave. The Moon Goddess, a deity believed to exist only in mythical tales and prayers, stood before me, guiding the delicate balance between life and death. The reality of her existence shattered my preconceived notions, leaving me to grapple with the cosmic forces that governed my destiny.