Goddess Of Vampires Novels & Stories

Now in this very room at this very moment the immortals outweighed regular humans. "The twin bimbo's are Dark Elves, Marielle over there is a dragon, Elise is a Spirit. They're the immortals. As for the Christopher and I we both have the blood of a god flowing through our veins." "Sorry I have to call bullshit on that last part there." "Really? What do you think the first Vampire was? She was a god cast out of the heavens. Cursed by her own kind because she wouldn't bow to their will."

Huck asks. “We tested the DNA against everyone in the lab,” The director tells them. “It’s not anyone in this office.” The Director gives them the room. Huck pulls up is phone and searches for the moon goddess. “Mother and creator of werewolves and vampires,” Huck reads out loud. “What are you blabbing about?” Sawyer says still reading the file. “Selene my in fight entertainment. The legends says she is the creator and goddess of werewolves and vampires. You got any other explaination?” Huck asks.

Looking entirely too pleased about something. “Did you have a good night?” “The goddess of all werewolves came to me in a dream.” One corner of her lips tipped up at me. “I know, she told me.” I was blinded by surprise. “The goddess spoke to you as well?” Nyssandra laughed, snorted, then giggled. “I’m an oracle. I talk to the Gods and Goddesses all the time. We’re friends.” She sat up. “Although they like to hold back information just to keep me on my toes.”

Prologue In the time before, there was only the three goddesses, and their brother. In their loneliness, the goddesses created creatures to populate the Earth. The wolves belonged to the Goddess Selene, the fae belonged to the Goddess Mab, and the vampire who belonged to the Goddess Nyx. Seeing how their creations worshipped his sisters, their brother created man, and referred to himself only as ‘God’.

I said, my voice cold. Almost immediately, I heard a light, amused chuckle. She lowered herself gracefully and sat onto the floor, settling at my level. Yet, I didn’t raise my head or look at her. “Look at me, child,” she commanded, her voice cheerful as though she were speaking to a toddler. I frowned but remained still. "Hades… she is the goddess. She is not to be disrespected," Cyrus warned through the mind-link, but I didn’t listen. The Moon Goddess. I respected her— everyone did. She was the mother of all werewolves, the one who had created us and granted us our powers. She was a powerful deity, both feared and loved by her people.

, he said, trying to remind me that he wasn't a deity that was all knowing - omniscience. " So..........in summary of everything you've said this far: the Moon Goddess was never the creator of the creatures of the underworld, but her power was used by humans who practiced sorcery to create werewolves and vampires, and these humans in question evolved magically into witches, I'm I accurate?" " Precisely", he said, snapping his fingers.

That was my power anyway… Only thing was sometime it failed… “Good, child.” Mum followed me to my room. As usual, my artifacts were on display. Since my vampire was weak, I made use of different relics to possess power. The most superior relic who was the god of all was the Moon Goddess. It was strange for a vampire to gain her mercy… But somehow, I did… “Moon of love, Moon of trust and humanity.” I started my chant. “We come before you that you may show your humble worshippers where Prince Javier and Lannister Stormborn is. Direct to us, through your holy ordinance that we may gain foresight to defeat them,”

I keep my eyes straight ahead but make sure to keep as many vampires as I can in my periphery. They are just standing, spaced out at different intervals along the long line of prisoners. Most of them look bored, but some are looking at the prisoners with hardened glares. I don't know very much about vampires, but my mother told me the basics. Vampires are an old species. They worship Nyx, the Goddess of the Night. It is said that she created Vampires with the use of blood and void magic. Mother always warned me to stay away from blood magic. She said it's volatile and dangerous. Maybe that is why vampires are so volatile and dangerous.

She gestured around her, “This is my home. You are not dead, but not quite alive. I figured it was time I brought you here and had a conversation.” I stood up, but remained cautious. It was easy to believe she was the Moon Goddess. She looked just like my mother had described. A pang hit my heart as I remembered her and how much I missed her. I sighed, “What would you like to talk about?” She ran a hand through her hair, “As you know, I created all the supernatural beings. The vampires, the witches, the werewolves, and the cataclypse. I noticed you rejected Dylan. He was one of my greatest creations.”

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.