Goth Goddesses Novels & Stories

“They are impure and unfit to receive the words of the Godhead.” The temperature drops. Growls ripple across the room from goddesses and gods alike. Thor’s voice rumbles. “These ‘impure’ goddesses will be the ones to rip your wings off and use them as fucking tampons.” Goddess, I love this man. Shiva cackles. “I say we use what little information they’ve offered, and let the goddesses have their fun afterward.” Cries of assent echo through the chamber. The goddesses are ready to go.

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…

My eyes widen at what he is saying. “Gaia. Is his daughter. The Goddess of Hell, The Devil. The Harbinger of Death. When I said she has gone to Hell, I truly mean the underworld. She is the owner of this club and several others like it. Gaia is a Goddess and you think she is embarrassed. No! she is far from it.” I open and close my mouth with what Calista is telling us. When I hear a growl behind us. I shiver under it’s weight as I turn and see him. The God Fenrir.

It still smelled like him. She curled around it under the blankets, the fabric held tightly to her chest. Her body ached - not with pain, but with the longing that had no cure. Sleep came slowly, and then all at once. It began with fire. Not the kind that burned villages or swept through forests - but celestial fire. Divine. The sky cracked open with molten light, and from it descended gods. Lyra stood frozen amidst chaos. They weren’t werewolves. Not Lycans. Not creatures of the earth. They were something older, terrible in their beauty and rage. The Moon Goddess shone brightest among them - silver and ice and blood, her eyes like the edge of a blade.

Both get lost in the pleasure of each other and ride out their orgasms. “Well, that was different,” Ariel smiles. Back home, Iris is helping Sabrina get settled and meet the household staff. “So, tell me about the gods and this game?” Sabrina asks, after all the children are asleep. “Well, from what I gather, the gods want to prove their creations are better than other creations. Hades, Zeus, Poseidon, Selene, Athena, and Demeter are creation gods and goddess. Demons, Humans, Sirens, Mermaids, Werewolves, Vampires, Centaurs, Nymphs, and Fairies. We battle it out for their amusement. Until Selene created me, no one could beat Poseidon's Sirens and Mermaids. Titan almost got lost to the Mermai

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

The unnatural light that used to cling to her skin when moonlight touched her. The way she always avoided questions about herself. Freya looked at him carefully. “Eros…” But he barely heard her. Aethon stepped closer. “She was not human. She was not wolf. She was not mortal at all.” His voice lowered. “She was a goddess meant to be worshipped.” The chamber fell silent. Completely silent. Eros stared at him without speaking. And then Aethon delivered the final blow quietly enough to destroy the entire room. “And because she chose you… today she is forgotten.”

Five thrones were arranged in a semicircle, each belonging to a deity, their presence radiant and commanding. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of light. Her gaze was steady, but her luminous eyes carried the burden of sorrow. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, though her expression was edged with concern. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Opposite them, two gods—Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence, their expressions unreadable.

That tiny cry still echoed in her mind, reminding her why she couldn’t stop. Shadows thinner more, and she saw Ares handsome as sin but not arrogant as usual but rather confused, standing in the god's realm next to three women dressed in hooded cloacks in hands they spinned golden threads. Darina gasped. They were Moirais, goddesses of Fate. "Tell me, Fates, why do I always think about her? She is mortal. She chose another, but the invisible pull not letting me go, all I want to be next to her, "he pleaded desperately.