Goddess Of War Novels & Stories

Gradually, the gun buckled in his grip until it became a lump of scrap metal. Everyone sucked in a breath. Shocked cries broke out around the courtyard. "My God!" one guest cried. "He crushed a gun into a lump of scrap with his bare hands. That takes incredible strength!" "Is he even human?" another guest exclaimed. "No one could possibly be that strong!" Warren looked even more terrified, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "If you can't kill me, then you're the one who's going to die!" Tristan said, striking with lightning speed.

she denied to follow her father and brother orders and left for earth surface however her father Uranus and brother Helios were outraged with her disrespect and in anger her brother Helios used his power and burned warlord Mosco with tree on which he was sitting and waiting for goddess Cynthia arrival…. When goddess Cynthia came to know about death of her lover she fell into utter darkness… from that day for 7 night there was utter darkness on earth with no moon in sky…. this situation had aroused lots of evil and hideous creatures around us to rule in darkness…. this creatures started hunting humans and creating chaos…. in just seven night humanity were very badly affected in meantime godde

What is the difference between Ares and Athena, who both represent war? In Greek mythology, there are several gods who represent war. For example, the goddess Athena symbolizes wisdom and war strategy. He is also often referred to as the protector of those who are at war. In contrast to the goddess Athena, Ares is a god who is very thirsty for bloodshed in war. He became a symbol of brutality and cruelty during the war. The nature of Ares who likes to see the slaughter of humans and the destruction of cities makes him very hated by the gods. Even his own father, Zeus, said that Ares was the most hated Olympian god.

It's the name of the woman who managed to capture his heart which is hardened by centuries of war, blood, and loss of so many lives. Ares is the God of wars. He was awarded this position 1000's of years ago. He is the one who inflicts war between countries and between kingdoms in the earlier ages. Inflicting pain and destruction is not something that he enjoys. However, he must deliver justice and inflict pain on people based on their karma. That's what he does, doing his duty to punish people for their bad karma. But sometimes, even innocent people get caught up in the crossfire. That's because it's their fate. Their sins from the past lives are catching up with them and they are born to su

I nodded at her, and she raised her hands towards me. "I, Mnemosyne, Goddess of memories, vow that I will grant you the memory you desire in exchange for you fighting with us in the coming war," she said in a deep voice that resonated with power. "I, Rhea, known as Nemesis, the Goddess of vengeance, promise that I will fight along with the Olympian Gods in the war against Titans and demons in exchange of the memory I ask for," I vowed and placed my hands on top of hers. A wind picked up in the room and I felt power crackling around us. I knew that the promise was binding and now there was no choice left for me. I was already in the war before it ever began…

He released a fireball and threw it at Alectrona, but she just stopped it with her hand. Our warriors were gone. It was now just Alaric and me. This goddess didn't know how to play fair. She was indeed the goddess of darkness. I clenched my fist tightly as I held my sword hard. There was no way that Alaric and I could win this war now. "You think you can win this war, human?!" She laughed sarcastically. "And you, Alaric. I am giving you one last chance. Your fireball doesn't work on me. Your prowess is useless!" That enraged Alaric even more.

--- POV: The Goddess of War — Solara From her high seat in the Hall of Blades, the goddess of war tilted her head, listening as the seer at her feet repeated the rogues’ whispers. “She is more than wolf,” he finished. “More than flame.” The goddess flexed her fingers on her throne. “Yes,” she murmured. “I remember the taste of her kind. Their fire once scorched the wind itself.” “Shall I summon the council?” the seer asked. “Not yet. Let her burn a little longer. Let her make the gods nervous.” Her gaze shifted to the great mirror at the hall’s end — the one that watched uninvited.

Her bright purple eyes are glowing, and black hair floats around her as she laughs. I know without a shadow of a doubt, that this one is Eris. Goddess of chaos and discord… Lesser known as the goddess who started a divine war by corrupting mortals. Hoped to create enough chaos magic to feed on so she could come to earth. Enhance her powers, rule over mortals, take over the world, blah, blah, blah. I shake my head and move on. The next painting steals my breath. A woman with shiny golden hair flowing in waves down her back. Her white Roman-style dress clings to her curves. She holds a golden bow and arrow, and a small smile plays on her lips.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”