Goddess Storm Novels & Stories

Eren’s eyes widened in horror, for one, a massive storm such as this one was in no means nature’s doing, it was too massive and unnatural, and so sudden, the lightning seemed as if it was the spears of vengeful spirits attacking the poor lives that resided underneath the sky, it seemed like a…divine punishment, a deity pouring its rage on them all, and second, the way the air felt, the energy it carried, it didn’t belong to any God, it belonged to his fair lady! Why? And how? An attack that big wasn’t something she could deliver nor survive! He saw before how small air attacks exhausted her, and the storm was nowhere near being small, Mind linking the demonesses in the estate, he was present

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

If she was given a second chance and placed in the same situation, she would've willingly given up her life to protect those she loved and save little Ran again. "But is heaven so lonely? Why am I the only person here?" She couldn't help but wonder as she looked around. Boom! And right at this moment, an anomaly occurred. Space throbbed and the clouds above swirled, spinning around in a circle as they moved and split apart. The medicinal plants swayed in the sudden turbulence, their actions seeming as if they were dancing in joy. Dancing in joy...? Heh... Qing Yue couldn't help but smirk at her own thoughts.

A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil. He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart. "Herega, it is an honour" he said, Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

The curse reaching with its claws toward my soul— Then everything tore open. I rise—no footsteps, no gravity—until I stand on a surface made of nothing and everything. And then she appears. The Goddess. Not in a body, not in a form, but in an idea. A woman made of moonlight and storms. Hair like the night before creation. Eyes like eclipses—dark, luminous, endless. She speaks, and her voice is both thunder and a mother whispering her child’s name. “Lyra.”

Where she stood moments before, a massive brown wolf landed heavily on the stone, fur bristling, eyes glowing an unnatural, icy blue. The storm answered her. Lightning cracked overhead, close enough that the thunder felt like a physical blow. Rain began to fall in earnest, icy needles driven sideways by the wind. The rogues surged forward with renewed frenzy. “She’s here,” Isla breathed behind me. “Yes,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear clawing at my ribs. “She is.” The goddess’s presence flared hot and bright, almost painful now, as if urging me to act. The pressure in my chest intensified, energy begging for release.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

They caused the death of storms, brought forth by their wrath, stirring up landslides on land, carrying away entire villages and towns within minutes. The God of the West Wind had to be one of the scariest Gods, his storms always intruding onto other Goddess’ jurisdictions and realms of control, taking their power away from them and leaving them to be blamed for the destruction. The Ocean Goddess did not take blood sacrifices. None of this was her fault. None of anything was her fault. She couldn’t be blamed for anything that had ever happened.

It was a silver-robed woman. She had long silver hair with a sexy hourglass figure. She had lovely curves and long legs, and she looked stunning from behind. Her face, on the other hand, appeared to be very old. Even though she wore a lot of makeup, people felt disgusted and nauseous with the urge to puke whenever they saw her face. Tempestas, the Storm Clan’s Demigod, was the lady in question. She entered the Demigod realm around fifty years ago. She was said to have the ability to control wind and rain.