Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

Allorah said thinking, “The goddess explained once that this was what identified us. It would tell what role we partake on the realm.” “And what was your role?” I asked, leaning against the table. Something was telling me that what Allorah would say next would be of importance. “That would give the light and hope to certain humans. I’m the goddess of the Diamond. And my sole purpose was to give light to the souls that where tainted with darkness. My blood had the power to see on the portals the humans, or better said families that would have sturdy daughters or sons and who of those would be full of darkness,” Allorah explained as she furrowed her eyebrows. “That means I could visit that per

The Death Goddess was indeed conniving in her games… “Mine.”

she invited me to join her tea party goddess:- hi I am goddess of death don't just stand their come and join me me:- what is this place and where I am and I was in accident. let's forget that who are you goddess:- wait don't ask so many questions. let answer you first. yes you are dead. tell me why you haven't live your life properly. you are a boring person. this is a last level of heaven. I know it bueatifull. but you are here because according to our law. you get two options 1. spend your time her then reborn again and this cycle go on or 2. your dead friend tell me that see going to wait for you in second world. she was trapped in devil castle. if you pro

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.

'Let me just get my hands on that-'she began raining cusses for the thousandth time today on the beast named Amaris who disappeared on her. Today was definitely not a good day for her and it all began with her lending a helping hand to her classmate. Was there anything wrong in doing that though? She didn't harm anyone yet she had encountered experiences today that made her feel like she was facing retribution for her evil deeds! Or was she an evil witch in her past life? Was that why she was repaid like this?! Arya was still imagining herself as an evil witch on a flying broom going on a killing rampage that she didn't notice a figure walking towards her stealthily.

"You are part of that classification. In charge of death and re birth! Tch!" And then the Angel of Death chuckled, messing her hair up which she tries to slap away. She turns her back on him, having a grumpy look on her face. Yes, she idolizes him for being that kind of Angel but they say it is hard. He is the first to be The Angel of Death, much superior than the Angel of Powers. Although they are alike, he was more powerful. "I will do my job so I can get out of here," she says , flattening out the wrinkles in her face with a sigh. "Will see each other often at the real sky soon. Tch!"

There were only 2 Gods who couldn't truly die. Unfortunately I was one of them. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, I had the Goddess of Sin by the throat. Power was radiating out of me and before she could even make a sound, My other hand was carving out her heart with the dagger. She looked down with wide eyes and than slumped down instantly. Her lifeless body falling to the floor as I let her go.

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.”

Dad repeated. My fist clenched tightly. Lorelei has never shown interest in taking part in the King’s game so I was never worried about her until now— this completely changes everything. Only one more game before we reach the finals but now, I might die in that woman’s hands before I even advanced further. “She won’t be accepting this challenge” Aiden told Dad as if that was a given. None of them supported the idea to go against that woman. The goddess of death. She was called that because whoever stood in front of her always ends up losing their lives. No one ever wanted to cross paths with her. She was ruthless in every game she played, merciless against her

He smirks, “Hecate.” She turns to Ash and Kai on the sofa and holds out her hand, “Pleased to meet you properly, I’m Hecate. Goddess of the underworlds, and the crossroads that lead the way to all afterlives. And a few other things, I have a side gig as the Witches’ Goddess too.” Kai and Ash shake her hand and bow their heads, it felt appropriate. She smiles at them. “Yes, I like you. I’m glad Sol vouched for her to be your Mates.” Kai blinks and looks at Sol. He’s rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Kai stands and bows deeply,