Goddess Of The Dead Novels & Stories

Triton said, still staring at the two women that all the Gods and Goddesses thought were dead. “What….who are they? I have never heard of them before.” The Dark One said, looking at the two women strangely now. “You wouldn't have heard of them, but you have heard of their mother….Inanna, one of the original seven divine powers.” Triton said, tilting his head studying them. They were supposed to be dead, it was told that her mother's husband killed them when he found out his wife had fell in love with a human and had his twins. “Wh…what, that can't be true those abominations were supposed to be dead. They aren't supposed to exist, their very existence threatens everything.” The Dark One said,

It has been foretold that once you begin to read the tale of Aphrodite you are unable to stop until the very end. If you are still reading, I say you are either very brave or very stupid. I pray for you... May God have mercy on your soul She had skin as dark as midnight when the moon is covered by dark night clouds; her skin is as dark as midnight when not a single star is in the sky to shine a light upon the earth; and her skin is as dark as the abyss when you fall to your death and succumb to the angel of death. Yet, the very same dark skin is as smooth as silk.

She gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid you know.” She told him. “I have more than one form.” Though she wasn’t as big nor as impressive as her brothers, but she was a goddess of the underworld. She could control death. She could bring death up and let the dead walk if she wanted to. So what she lacked in size she made up for in power.

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 had gone to the archives to read history of the gods and goddesses that exist and the list was endless. She also read of all their acts and apparently, the one deity that she took a keen interest in was THANATOS, known as the god of death. She loved how the god was swift to act and how he didn't pity any of his victims. She began by preparing all the necessary Ingredients; as she imagined going into the higher realm to challenge one of the gods and to do it, she needed to be fully fortified. She had recited more than tens of hundreds of spells and also had ensured her sword was forged out of the bloods of all the Alpha's she had killed, even the Alpha king included.

A pregnant silence invaded the room as everyone studied the transcript. “The right people?” Romero glanced up; her brows furrowed. “Does that mean us?” Blakeney nodded. “It may very well be.” “Excuse me,” James spoke up, wanting clarification. “I know I’m a little newer to all of this, but I don’t remember there being a goddess of Death.” “That is a good point James,” stated Blakeney. “Thanatos is the god over Death itself and usually serves Hades, but of course his loyalties lie with Olympus and Zeus. Now as far as there being a goddess of Death . . .” he searched his memory swiftly then shook his head, “not that I know if.”

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

He shook his head slowly. “You misunderstand, Your Majesty. Your interpretation is… limited by what you know. This is not about Daven and Daisy’s petty squabbles for territory or power, though they are unwitting pawns in a much grander, far more terrifying game. Saraphina did not speak of rogue packs or political alliances. She spoke of a dark army in the truest, most horrifying sense of the word. The Death Goddess’s army.” My breath caught in my throat. My carefully constructed composure fractured. The name of the Death Goddess, that malevolent entity that had already poisoned Layla’s spirit, sent a chill through me far colder than the Northern wind.