Goth Goddesses Novels & Stories

“Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.” I pause and look around into the eyes of everyone in the room. “Melinoë, Cruel Goddess of Torture, courier of pain, I call on you. I summon this God and these Goddesses to my side. With a balance of love, light and dark in my heart, I summon you. With intentions pure and purpose true. I, Luna Regent Goddess Iokaste Mason, Daughter

Preppy blonds who pretended to be goth were more my type. "If they aren't, then perhaps I can?" She replied, her voice filled with lust as she walked toward me, sashaying her hips, crossing through my fire. This. This is how I destroy her. She's forgotten that my mother is Persephone, a goddess so pure that her power alone cleanses the world of winter and brings new life. A demon of pure darkness, one such as this Medusa, wouldn't be able to get past my shield.

She is our mate and we want to have her. She is our ultimate destiny. Looking at the executioner’s swords and the burned goatmen, the realization dawns upon me. Ishtar sent them to kill her! She wanted to kill her so that she could get to me. A growl rumbles my chest thinking about her plan. Suddenly, black smoke appears in front of me and out of it, steps out the three goddesses of Fate (Moirai), namely- Klotho (Clotho), Lakhaesis (Lachaesis) and Atropos.

Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.” “There's a new goddess?” “What the hell, Sean?” Alastor fumed, resisting the childish urge to stomp his feet, “Why the fuck didn't I know any of this?!” Sean glared angrily at him, “Oh, I don’t know Al, maybe because you should try attending pack meetings for once, you dimwit?!” Alastor bit his lower lip, guilty, “W-Whatever, man. Just… just put my shoulder back in place right now!”

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.

The betrayal that she is given is the thing that’s driving her insane and in darkness way, way even deeper. “Let’s sing.” Started once more to hum the song that is more than just a song right now. Her voice echoes as her steps is leaving all the cold and ice. Slowly engulfing the entire place with the negative point and the very opposite of the scarlet flame that he gifted to her. “Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres, Mercurius, Diana, Baccus, Vulcanus, Pluto, Vesta, Venus.” Continue singing the names of the Gods and Goddesses of her fairytale, but then she is now known and fully is aware of how fool she is for believing such lies. Her blue dress, and indistinguishable appearance painted that brigh

Her hair was blood red and flowing behind her, her skin pale as sun bleached bone. “The triple goddess. Morrigan. Goddess of war, fate, and kings.” Rhys murmured behind me, his arms snaking around my waist. “One of the cool ones. She’s actually three goddesses who share one embodiment. Each have their own dedications, but together they are a whole new being.” I replied. “It’s been a long time since I saw a demon who looked as tasty as you, my lush little pheata. Come to my chamber.” He purred, nibbling my neck.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

Marcus droned on. “Where do the werewolves come in?” Xena asked impatiently. “And what was the name of the Goddess?” I asked. “During the golden age, she was known as Angrboda.” Marcus answered. “But in the modern times such as ours we call her Selene. She took the God of Dreams as her lover and consort.” “So, the black cloud swirling around her is the God of Dreams?” I asked as I peered closer to the picture. “Yes, he is our celestial Father,” Marcus nodded.