Goddess Of Karma Novels & Stories

“This is not good,” Slabhrai, the goddess of chains, said as she noticed a change in the lower planes, “I can feel a shift in power.” “What do you mean?” Chogaidh, the god of war replied, “Is something happening in the mortal plane again?” The other gods gathered, wondering what it could be this time. The last time that Slabhrai, who governs the chains that connect the different planes of the world, felt this shift in power was when the first Demon King was born. Back then they merely swept it off as a normal event among them mortals; after all, they did not expect that the god of games would intervene.

In a quiet Vip room in starlight The God Of war, God of control, Goddess of destruction, and Goddess of sin were all sitting back having a serious conversation. "This was a stupid idea you know that right? It's time to quit playing mind games and start actually doing something. I'm tired of not being able to use my magic. The Goddess of creation needs to be taught a lesson. Tortured alittle and than locked away forever. I'm done playing games. There needs to be a vote." Kali The Goddess of Destruction had been rambling on and on since they got into the club.

Let us all be frustrated. “If I may,” Fredja asks. “Who put up the barrier for your family?” “Our deity,” he answers. “You would know her as the Moon Goddess.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter. “No offense but I am getting really tired of this goddess.” “Damien!” I look over at her and see her glaring at me. “What?!” I ask. “How can you say that?” she demands. “She is our goddess!”

And even if it does work out, I’m not sure they’ll ever get over hating me. I mutter a prayer to Deskar, who is the god of everything. Maybe I should stop praying to Deskar and pray to specific gods who are charged with specific duties. Maybe Deskar is already overwhelmed with everyone's prayers. Syraeth is the goddess of tangled faith, hope, and change. Henceforth, my prayers will be directed to her. Maybe she’ll have mercy on me when nothing else seems willing to work.

I know that Dark will underestimate them but love can turn impossible to possible. “Do you know who is Kali?” I was shocked when Blaze asked me. “No, I never heard that name before,” I lied again. “She is the Goddess of destruction who pretended as a human? It means, she’s already been here,” Lenox said while looking at me. His eyes mean something, but I don’t want to overthink. “Shama,” Catherine pulled me. I look at her but I was surprised when she cried. No, it can’t be! Don’t tell me, she noticed it!

NOT good. The screaming, shouting and yelling began. The house leaders were standing up, shaking fingers and launching threats at one another. Me? I was trying to recall who Ishara was. She eventually became Ishtar, Goddess of War. In the Old Kingdom Hittite she was also the Goddess of Oaths, Love and Medicine. The only three people at the table not going nuts where St. Marie, Hayden and the woman at her side. That woman was looking at her tablet intently. Once more the group reached consensus and I was still boned. I was still a male, so my lineage meant nothing. I wasn't part of the Host. Hayden took another deep breath, acknowledging this second decision.

Hakan said as he coughed loudly. I raised my eyes in disbelief, and the woman bowed in amusement. She had long, silky brown hair; her face was perfect, and she had purple eyes. Who is she, Becca? She's a freaking living nightmare, the reason they created the prophecies, Becca said cryptically. We need more information. Biel asked agonizingly. She is a goddess banished from the pantheon; she is the goddess of transformation, capable of transforming any kind of magic and energy at her convenience. Her creation was a mistake of nature, so she is never spoken of, Becca said earnestly.

Alas, the only annoyance of the goddess is to rack her brains every time to prevent her from discovering the wretched nature of the Great Immortal, and when the Great Immortal cannot control it, you must stop the Great Immortal! Finally, we recommend the new work "The Mother of the Rich Man" by the goddess Fumigazu Promise me not to frighten my goddess, then we still love.

“Yes, like the magic she used to get us here. You are a damn fool at times Aiden.” Ronan was right. I could be a real idiot at times. I had no idea the impact my idiotic ways were about to have though. “Ok… I believe you’ve heard of the Moon Goddess?” That question caught my attention. Of course, I had heard of the Mood Goddess. She was the mother of all wolves. The Goddess who we served and who blessed us with our wolf-forms and our mates. And she was asking if I’d heard of her? “Oh, she’s been mentioned here and there…” I couldn’t help but tease sarcastically. The look on her face told me this didn’t impress her.

I said. “Grand witch Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart the descendant of Hekate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and the queen of creatures of the night; the goddess capable of walking through realms like doorways. That explains your aura,” he said. I tried to hide my shock. I was not aware there were people who have such thorough detail about my mother. It made me relax, giving me a sense of safety that I did not need to hide from him. “My aura?” I repeated, giving him a teasing smirk.