Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

"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,

He was the conductor, and the pack's own defenses were his orchestra, playing a tune of their own destruction. I had to act. But a direct confrontation was suicide. I was the Goddess's Vessel, but my power was one of connection and light, not of brute force against a warrior of Kael's caliber. I needed to turn his own weapons against him. I needed to use the network he had corrupted.

She looked like something out of a dream; silver hair cascading like moonlight down her back, eyes the color of the sea, and a white gown that shimmered like the stars. A fairy? No… no. I knew who she was. The Moon Goddess. The deity of our legends. The mother of all werewolves. The one we were taught to worship from birth. And now, she stood before me, glowing with divine sorrow. “Am I... dead?” I whispered, my voice barely more than a tremble. “Yes,” she replied, her voice heavy with emotion. “But this is not the end.” I wanted to laugh, but the sound caught in my throat like thorns.

The little information she had been willing to give him, was things he already knew about the catacombs. Some of the old races of Terra often dug large crypts deep down in the earth to be as near the old God of Death as possible. Of course, these races were regarded as demons and evil creatures. The old God was no longer alive, or so it was said. The Goddess of Death had taken up the task, but she was no more monstrous than the Goddess of Utopia was. In fact, the new Gods were said to be neutral but were still unpredictable in their actions, and it was best to not anger any of them. “We haven't seen any new corpses since we left the catacombs,” Fenryn spoke qu

Jump out of this damn hoodie and blind this dude! Okay that was stupid. "Escalia was a very powerful woman but ever since she put to bed, her powers have weakened because she wasn't just giving birth to one but two. Over the years, she has been poisoned continuously by an unknown person who is trying to overthrow her. Goddesses are not immortal, only the one who created them has immortality" "Maybe you should try contacting her children. They'll be way better for this job" Kellyn said. "I have done just that".

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

It has been foretold that once you begin to read the tale of Aphrodite you are unable to stop until the very end. If you are still reading, I say you are either very brave or very stupid. I pray for you... May God have mercy on your soul She had skin as dark as midnight when the moon is covered by dark night clouds; her skin is as dark as midnight when not a single star is in the sky to shine a light upon the earth; and her skin is as dark as the abyss when you fall to your death and succumb to the angel of death. Yet, the very same dark skin is as smooth as silk.

A question that'd bugged him for eons on end. He was the God of Death. Every living creature followed a cycle of birth, growth, transformation, and peak that could only be completed when they crossed the gate of the Underworld. As the God of Death, he assisted every being in concluding their final journey. He wasn't a curse, or the harbinger of bad luck, but the ultimate truth of life. And the Goddess of Life...she was his other half. Where she (life) began, he (death) ended, and where he (death) ended, she (life) began. They were two sides of the same coin.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."