Goddess Of The Dead Novels & Stories

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

Preppy blonds who pretended to be goth were more my type. "If they aren't, then perhaps I can?" She replied, her voice filled with lust as she walked toward me, sashaying her hips, crossing through my fire. This. This is how I destroy her. She's forgotten that my mother is Persephone, a goddess so pure that her power alone cleanses the world of winter and brings new life. A demon of pure darkness, one such as this Medusa, wouldn't be able to get past my shield.

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

I nod, moving along with him, and together we walk slowly along the wall, studying the images drawn there. As we walk along the length of the wall, I at first assume that the images are simply decorative. The Goddess of Life is in most of them, doing magnificent things. I see some of her standing with pregnant women and newborn children, pressing what looks like light into their hearts, blessing their minds. Another shows her hand and hand with her brother, Death, as they together usher the shades of dead through the Deadlands, him showing them the way in, her showing the way out.

S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses? "So did Sophie survive because she was half a vampire?" Clarence asked. "Yes, but it is also possible because she was a legendary goddess. Because one of the powers of the legendary goddess is immortality. " So the king said. When a creature is a legendary goddess, it means you are higher than the Queen of Goddesses. When you are a legendary goddess, it means you are the GODDESS OF ALL GODDESSES. "So it means that Sophie is the woman referred to in the prophecy? A half-vampire and half-wizard. The first legendary goddess who was a half-vampire and half wizard, and she was also the strongest of all legendary goddesses in the world." I asked, and the

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.

Jessa smiled at them, but I instantly noted the stress lines and the way they clenched their hands. “What happened?” I asked, standing. Cassian moved to Jessa’s side and put an arm around her shoulders. “An Omega named Gilmore was found dead an hour ago. No sign of injury except for a symbol drawn into his forehead with blood. Quinn found the body. He says he’s done research, and it’s a symbol of the ancient goddess of Juno.” “Juno?” Jessa repeated, her eyes widening. Jarek took over. “She was apparently a goddess of mothers and maternity as well as a war goddess that brought death and destruction. The month of Jessa is named for her.”

He smirks, “Hecate.” She turns to Ash and Kai on the sofa and holds out her hand, “Pleased to meet you properly, I’m Hecate. Goddess of the underworlds, and the crossroads that lead the way to all afterlives. And a few other things, I have a side gig as the Witches’ Goddess too.” Kai and Ash shake her hand and bow their heads, it felt appropriate. She smiles at them. “Yes, I like you. I’m glad Sol vouched for her to be your Mates.” Kai blinks and looks at Sol. He’s rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Kai stands and bows deeply,

Faith whispered. Snapping my head, I look at him in shock. “What did you say?” I asked him. “Allorah is alive,” Faith said, “She was reborn when I killed her. All thanks to Mother goddess. But she has no memories of anything.” Looking back, I smiled. “She’s alive… I see…” I mutter. Seeing her and knowing she was at least alive made me happy. Biting my lips because they tremble. I fist my hand and took a deep breath.