Goth Goddesses Novels & Stories

“You may pretend you’re a goddess, but you are nothing—insignificant. Nothing will save you or the one you love. You cannot defeat Mahishasura, King of Demons. Ask Kaplan—he’s dying under the demon’s touch.” Jaiyana’s golden eyes flared, spilling light like a drawn blade, and for a moment her face softened, betraying the fear she carried for Kaplan. Then her resolve hardened, folding that fear into steel. “You’re wrong,” she snapped, her voice ringing with authority and quiet menace. “I am not what you call a goddess—I am something worse for you. And Kaplan does not die while I can still reach him.” Her words hung in the air like a promise, chilling the space around Mahisar more than any sho

Author's Note Hi my lovely readers,it's my prayer that you are all good. I appreciate those who have joined me on this journey of my emotionless Goddess.I have decided to make a few changes to the characters to make the story more spicy..our Miranda has Just turned into a seductress... We shall have others too. Stay tuned and see what graces us next. Don't forget to check my other two stories here: seducing My Heartless Husband and Lucifer's redemption.

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “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.”

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.

Surrendering my life to her. The goddess of destruction and chaos. The goddess of death.

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.