Novel & Cerita Goddess Of Nightmares

"Necro and Ludwig informed me that they scarcely got away with their lives. They had a spat with one of the heads of the Night Sister's." This very part of the conversation was a bone breaker. "They met them? Who are they?" "They met one of the pioneers. There's undoubtedly another." Jagger stops once more, attracting a flimsy breath. "The one they met was a daredevil." I can feel my forehead wrinkle. "Daredevil? Your meaning should be a little clearer." "She's not a goddess precisely," Jagger starts gradually. "She is a being of higher power. She has existed for eons. She is night and shadow. She is the gloom one feels when they're at their bottommost extremes throughout everyday life."

“Why ‘Hekate’? Why did you choose that as your codename?” Yuri sighed. “Why indeed?” she muttered, drawing circles in the sand by her right foot. “Hekate is the Greek Goddess of the Night. Thus, she is known as the Goddess of Witchcraft or the Goddess of Vengeance. That’s why I choose ‘Hekate’ as my codename.” Yuri sighed, tilting her head backwards to see the moon in the sky.

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

Huh? I turned to look at Adrian, who had a blank look on his face while staring at her. Did these both have a history that I didn’t know about? Whatever history it was, it better stay history. I turned towards the last Goddess and eyes as black as the night met my gaze. Dark-skinned and wearing a black dress, she was the personification of night itself. I saw her black wings rolling black mist for a moment before it vanished. And I knew without a shade of doubt that standing before me was the primordial deity Nyx, the Goddess of Night… my mother! Even if I couldn’t remember her, my very soul recognised her…

The spine of the book crackled as he flipped through the pages, his fingers finally coming to rest on a page entitled “The Oneroi” “Morpheus is one of the Oneroi, the winged sons of Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Pasithea, the goddess of rest and relaxation. The Oneroi are triplets responsible for all aspects of the dream realm. There is Icelus, god of nightmares, Phantasus, god of illusional dreams, and Morpheus. Morpheus is the god of dreams and is the only one of the three Oneroi who is able to see and influence the dreams of kings, heros and other gods. He is also the dream messenger of the gods and appeared in the dreams of many kings to warn them of an upcoming tragedy.”

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

However most of them are often content hiding behind the shadows like Orion, known among fairy folk as Morpheus derived from the God of sleep in Greek Mythology. People haunted by nightmares or troubled by insomnia are who he blesses more so if one hangs a dreamcatcher at home. He takes pride in his role. Not a single person in Aurum City goes unrewarded with a good night's sleep after he pays a visit until she comes along... Aster Nguyen, the mortal tormented by her visions.

'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.

The goddess murmured, tapping her chin. My eyes wandered to her hands, and I noticed some inklings in them. Or more like the symbols around the dungeon were on her hands. The more I gazed at them, the more it dawned on me, I wasn't in front of just any goddess, but the goddess Trivia, also known as Hecate! The goddess of witchcraft, crossroads, entranceways, night, light, magic, and necromancy! Perhaps there were other things she was the goddess of, but that was the only thing that could come to my mind as I stared at her in awe.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?