Goddess Of Nightmares Novels & Stories

Gianna stood up, stepping closer to Phoenix. " By the way, nice macaroni you got here " She smirked. " Back to our story. The Goddess I am talking about is none other than, Melinoe, Queen, and Goddess of Panic and Terror...my mother " Gianna finally dropped the bomb and it exploded loud in Phoenix's head making her eyes enlarge in great shock.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Epiales simply means - The name Epiales simply means Nightmare The name Epiales simply means Dreams The name Epiales simply means Horror The name Epiales simply means hatred The name Epiales simply means Darkness Epiales is the greek god of - Epiales is the greek god of Nightmare Epiales is the greek god of Black Dreams Epiales is the greek god of Horror Epiales is the greek god of Hatred Epiales is the greek god of Darkness Oneiroi means -(black dreams) The word Oneiroi means Night The word Oneiroi means Blackness The word Oneiroi means Dark dreams The word Oneiroi means Greek darkness The word Oneiroi means Sleep Oneiroi was a mentioned to be - Dark winged spirits Demons gods

But Maebh…she felt as if she was the Queen of the Night, the origin of the evil that plagued the city of Shamrock. “Are you sure we can get away with this as smooth and as tidy as possible?” She jerked her head to the man who spoke, to Ludwig who was careful to not step in the corpse and not leave any sort of traceable trail behind. “Nothing is impossible.” The dark entity then vanished with the click of her finger, as if it was just a mere pet that can be summoned in just a wave of a hand. Well, she possesses heathen blood anyway. And that entity was from Lamia herself, the mother of monsters and the goddess of nightmares.

When Cordelia was conscious, she looked at Alexandria and proclaimed, "I know where they are! They are with the Goddess Miseria, she is the Goddess of depression, of the Valley of Despair and lost hopes and dreams, regrets." The King rolls his eyes and sarcastically states, "Mother, that much we already know, how do we get them out of there?" Cordelia looks at Alexi and gives her another hand and lifts Alexi up, ignoring her son. "Come Alexi, Nicolas, we have some women to get out of Miseria's hands. You know she is a Roman Goddess always up to no good. But what do you expect? Her father was the God of night, and her mother was the Goddess of Darkness! Her sister is the Goddess of blame, tru

“Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.” I pause and look around into the eyes of everyone in the room. “Melinoë, Cruel Goddess of Torture, courier of pain, I call on you. I summon this God and these Goddesses to my side. With a balance of love, light and dark in my heart, I summon you. With intentions pure and purpose true. I, Luna Regent Goddess Iokaste Mason, Daughter

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.

His heart trembled with unbridled delight. “Lilith,” William whispered as he exhaled. Dozens, hundreds of thoughts flashed through his head, chaotically and madly, because the intensity of emotions that gripped the adviser did not allow him to think rationally. The Goddess of the Black Moon is a powerful creature from ancient legends, a resident of the Heavenly Palace. Goddess who gives strength to the primordial Darkness. Progenitor of vampires. William had never even thought that she really existed! I considered it superstition and tales of stupid romantics. But here she was, made of flesh and blood, standing opposite him and piercing him with her incredible dark gaze, which seemed to refl

She stated. "You are the Goddess that holds all magic?" I asked slowly. "Yes. I mean they wanted to call me The Goddess of wisdom and creation which is dumb since there is already a God of dark wisdom and creation." She stated with annoyance. "Who is they?" I asked ignoring her last comment. "Hector The God of absolute light powers and Angel The Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control. They wanted me to fight against you." She stated. My brows furrowed because that could not be right. "I thought autumn was the Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control?" I asked genuinely curious in what she would say.