Goddess Of Nightmares Novels & Stories

A jagged crack splits across the marble floor, glowing with the faintest trace of silver light. Dreamlight. Her light. My lip curls. “Get out.” But the light expands, swirling upward, gathering into a soft golden radiance that takes shape across from me. A woman’s silhouette appears. She is tall, graceful, hair drifting like starlit clouds. Her eyes are closed at first, serene in the way only she can be. Nythene. My sister. The Goddess of Dreams. “Little nightmare,” she murmurs, her voice drifting through the chamber like a lullaby gone wrong. “Your realm trembles.”

"Okay last question. Between all the gods and goddesses you know, who do you think is the most powerful?" "Seriously? That is your last question?" They all nod. "I personally prefer Nyx. She is the most badass of all the gods combined." The lady who was asking the questions rises from her seat and comes to me. With her hand stretched out she introduces herself. "Hello dear child, I am Nyx, the goddess of the night. it is really a pleasure to meet you conscious." she giggles after her sentence. When I put my hand on hers to shake a tremor runs through me and I instantly wake up. Bright light indicates that night has passed and it's morning.

“I’m sure Greggory thought you meant me harm.” “Oh, he was right. I did, mean you harm, maybe not the type of harm he was thinking of. I’m more of a psychological terror.” Many people don’t like others digging around in their head. “You, my dear, seem to be the girl we’ve been looking for, for quite some time. The girl who can see one’s nightmares.” Zayne stares right at me. He makes his attention on me very clear. “The same girl that can banish and summon demons, immune to their foulness.”

Recoiling in surprise, I found my voice trembling as I questioned his identity, "What are you?" With another snap of his fingers, he transformed back into Tacha. Her voice, a symphony of riddles and ancient wisdom, filled the air as usual. She revealed her true identity, saying, "Some know me as the leader of the Night Crawlers, others as Tacha the Witch. But I am Rham, Rhamnusia." I could only stare at her in disbelief, my mouth hanging open at the revelation. I had heard tales of Rham, the ancient goddess who embodied divine jealousy and wrath.

Christopher finally hung the phone up and moved towards us, as he says, “We need to find this Natasha, and we need to find her quickly, before she completely wakens the Dark Goddess.” “Dark Goddess? Who the hell is this Dark Goddess?” Alpha Lucas asks, plucking my own thoughts from my head. Christopher looked around the room at all of us before he said, “She is as old as your Moon Goddess, maybe even older. She lives in the underworld and has only been set free once and you don’t want to know what happened when she was set free the last time.”

When it did, it brought something worse than nightmares. A vision. I stood in the center of a vast field of ash. The sky was black, not with clouds, but with smoke rising from burning packs across the land. Wolves howled in agony. The earth heaved, split, and groaned. And above the destruction, a goddess I had prayed to all my life appeared. Not serene. Not smiling. She looked… mournful. Her voice cut through the dream like wind through a chasm. “Child of two worlds. One light cannot hold all darkness.”

She was untainted, she was the most intelligent, she was the most beautiful, she was the most powerful and she was human. Human, she was, with blood running through her veins and a steady heartbeat, but there was evil lurking around the big mansion, an evil being who had his eye on little lamb Aphrodite. An evil being with sharp teeth and a thirst for human blood. An evil being who craved to dig his teeth into her neck...not to suck her blood, but to mark her. A vampire. Her Master. Abigor.

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

The goddess went to the Storm and she asked for help, the Storm would not rise against the beloved, she went to the dust and he also turned her down, many gods she consulted refused to hurt the daughter of man, she was tired, and all she could do now was either to go back to sleep, or entered into her almost lifeless body of Morolake, this process was called godmage, she will use the leftover of her daughter anger and pain against the earth, but there was a problem, if the earth conquer Atinuke this time, it shall not only be the end of Morolake, even the goddess will be destroyed too, so if the Union must be done, this possession must be achieved before the first, cock crow, she instantly e

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.