Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

"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.

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,

"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

“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.