Goddess Of Karma Novels & Stories

The Crone’s continued, "The Old Crone Goddess has led them to the Realm of the Dead." Jamie wiped some of the tears away with her sleeve and said "The Old Crone.. but, but...she is the Goddess of Revenge! Why would she do that?" The old woman rolled her eyes and said "What are they teaching you, youngsters, these days? I knew people were getting less intelligent, but seriously? The Old Crone Goddess is a High Goddess. She is the Goddess of Graveyards, Necromancy, and Mischief. Revenge falls into the mischief bit!" She gave Jamie a quick wink before continuing, "Being connected to death means she can, on occasion, guide souls on."

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

She smiled bitterly. "What do you mean? I do not get it..." Her smile did not reach his eyes. "I am Dameta. I am a spirit goddess and one of the daughters of the Moon Goddess." I gasped. Daughters of the Moon Goddess? "I am also known as the Goddess of Time in my original timeline." "I... I do not understand..."

When a girl is born in a family, the moment when her parents hold her in their arms, the first word that comes out from the heart is “Hamare ghar laxmi Aayi hai”. Well, the word Laxmi (Wife of Lord Vishnu) is depicted to the Goddess who is a representative of health, wealth and prosperity of all forms. She is being nurtured and pampered by her parents with utmost care and where she never knows what does sacrifice means.

She was the only one who kept me sane over the long hundred years. I finally turned to the answer of my existence. My beloved, the one who gives life to the people, free them from their mindful restrictions, nudging them to push far if even for a one step. Amara, the goddess of Hope. Chaos and Hope goes hand in hand. Or I used to think that. After the chaos, hope blooms. That the cycle of the life, that were the roles assigned to us at least. She gestured me to come closer and I comply without any reason. We talked whole night. I do all the talking. I told her everything and anything which had occurred to me over the centuries and she just listened to me silently.

I mentally rolled my eyes, like who believes in such at this day and time? "Whether you all believe it or not, the goddess of Karma exists. When I was younger before I jumped into a well, I prayed to the god of Karma to make sure my mother suffered," Aimee said nonchalantly. "What kind of prayer did you make?" I asked desperately and Harper sat up. "Just the way I didn't see food to eat, my mother would see food but won't be able to eat it, just the way I was suffering on the street, my mother would suffer in the hospital," Aimee's jaw clenched and unclenched.

he says, exhaling out the weight of his words. I can feel my eye twitching as I try to comprehend what the fuck he just said, but I can tell there’s more, so I just nod for him to continue. “Go on.” He looks surprised, but continues, “Zarseti is known as the Goddess of Peace and Love. She possesses the ability to see every soul in the universe and pair those that are best for each other. She chose you for me. I was shocked and a little appalled at first, I will admit.”

Damon “Misha is the Goddess of Fortune or Misfortune if you cross her. She alone can decide the fate of any being at any moment in time across all known realms. She is why we had laws in place because such power can corrupt and destroy all,” Clotho explains. Misha shakes her head no, “But I'm not that way.” Clotho smiles, “True, which is a blessing in itself.” “She still could become corrupt,” Atropos sneers.

“You are a child of Tara, the mother of all the forests of the world. - The woman explained her answer, taking my hand, leading me away from everyone to the very outskirts of the clearing. - Tara? I asked. - That is? Tara, this is the ancient Slavic goddess-patron of wildlife! - Our mother has a lot of names. The dryad smiled at me. – Someone calls her Artemis, someone Diana. But for us, she is first and foremost a mother. - Tara! She is the patroness of all living things, including man, because man is one with the world of Nature. - I hastily recalled everything I know about the named goddess.