Goddess Of The Dead Novels & Stories

'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.

" I didn't add that she was already dead for laying a hand on Zirah, I was just biding my time until I could finish her off. "You can't touch me. I'm Peyton Ramsey's daughter!" She I could two fucks if you were the goddess's daughter herself, you should have known better." I sneered down at her. "You want to incite my father's rage by doing this? Over her? She's not even worth it!" If eyes could kill, I'd be six feet under by now. My hands clenched and unclenched several times as I brought it to my lips, resisting the urge to just end her then and there.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

Hey readers! Hope everything is going fine? So I have to explain some things in the book to further clarify your reading. AGING OF GODDESSES In the course of the book, I mentioned that goddesses are not immortal. However, they have a very long life span. Mere scrapes cannot cause much harm to them or end their lives. They heal faster than an average magical being which means they heal way faster than humans.

I sigh, attempting to make peace with my lack of knowledge and failing a bit. “Some of the near-Gods are more famous and powerful than others,” Jackson says, a bit absent, getting lost in his thoughts. “Especially the older ones. His two eldest children – and the ones that I think the Goddess your grandmother is most bitter about – are twins. They’re frequently referred to religiously as the God of Death and the Goddess of Life.” “What?” I breathe, fascinated and confused.

Laughter shook my chest as I howled, “Lina, don’t go! We were having a moment here! We were bonding!” “Were not!” “Were too, I could feel it! I’m all warm and tingly inside.” “You should probably get that checked out!” The door slammed shut, muffling the rest of her snappy reply. An hour later I found myself sitting at a circular, wooden table surrounded by my sister, mates, and a handful of other deities. There was Dhara, the Goddess of the Earth, seated beside Sephtis, God of Death. To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life.

After all, a millennia happens very scarce and some of us are not very lucky to attend the next gathering. This years millennia is very special to the vampires because it is also the year where we pay tribute to the Godesss Persephone, the goddess of the underworld. Contrary to popular belief that it was Hades who run the underworld--it was not true--Hades was her slave and he had no freedom whatsoever and everything that happens in the underworld, directly affects us. We are the decendants of Persephone.Why else would we have this festivity in her name?

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

She looked like something out of a dream; silver hair cascading like moonlight down her back, eyes the color of the sea, and a white gown that shimmered like the stars. A fairy? No… no. I knew who she was. The Moon Goddess. The deity of our legends. The mother of all werewolves. The one we were taught to worship from birth. And now, she stood before me, glowing with divine sorrow. “Am I... dead?” I whispered, my voice barely more than a tremble. “Yes,” she replied, her voice heavy with emotion. “But this is not the end.” I wanted to laugh, but the sound caught in my throat like thorns.

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.