Novel & Cerita Goddesses Of Revenge

Of course she just lived a free life yet it wasn't close to what she expected. Her eyes turned dark as she gazed at nothing, all those memories she tried to keep kept flooding back, in the past she would have cried and wailed but now only revenge was clearly seen in her dark eyes, though she had nothing to loose yet she could put her self in a lot of danger. Her dark eyes glistened, she trusted her family yet they let her down, she fell blindly for who she was not supposed to fall with. She smirked, revenge would be so sweet but first, her plans has to go on flawlessly, her family would taste what she tasted.

“I will.” *No. You only want to speak of the town and the war that’s to come. She needs to know the truth. All of it.* I feel the Goddess’s presence in the room with us. Strong. Calm. Comforting. Minos, the bull god, feels like utter mayhem and destruction. “No,” I say. “No, I can’t do that.” I have revolted against the gods. Many times. I don’t always follow their orders. And every time I've rebelled, the consequences had been unpleasant. The Goddess didn’t expressly tell me to keep Mara, but she told me to look after her.

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.

“Nah. I’m above all this, Ambrose. I was never power-hungry, nor I’m now. It doesn’t matter whether she becomes the future Alpha or not; it won’t take a thing between us because she is my Lia, who vowed to always keep me her priority. As long as we will be each others' priority, nothing will change between us.” “I’m glad that you think that way. These women are better rulers than men. That’s why the Goddess of vampires and werewolves is Selene, the Goddess of witches is Hecate, and the Goddess of Dragons is Tiamat.” Ambrose said to which Theodore chuckled, thinking about Brandon. “What’s so funny?”

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.

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

"Chase, this is your last chance to insult me. Once I make my comeback, I'll never let you stand anywhere near me again." In my previous life, I helped Evonne stage such a glorious comeback, yet she still found me disgusting and thought I was an insult to her. It was not just being anywhere near her, she didn't even give me a chance to exist. This time, without me, I would wait and see how she would ever rise again.

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

“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