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Lyndon asked her. "Actually, I was sent by the Goddess Aphrodite to the mortal world to protect the princess." "But I could clearly remember that we grew up together," Ana Mae curiously said. "It's because Goddess Hera , the Goddess of childbirth used her powers for me to be born as a mortal," she explained making everything clear to everyone.

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

Thankfully, after looking through a history section of werewolves in Europe, I found a book that contained more information about the old Greek gods. In the end, I found a lot of different stories about the goddess Artemis, but there were a few things that stood out. First of all, those Greek gods were very vindictive. Revenge and killing were very common. ‘Now skip to the good part.’ Artemis is the goddess of the moon and the hunt. According to legend, her mother turned herself into a wolf to hide from Zeus' wife, Hera. So she's sort of a half wolf, half god. She has a twin, named Apollo. She’s also known to be a virgin.

Athena, goddess of wisdom, appeared now, her face in a deep scowl with an helmet and battle armour on her body. The spear suddenly disappeared out of Artemis' hands and materialized in hers as she stared daggers at Persephone. "Why did you stop it?"

Especially the mate bond. Just then Kelp screamed, “WAIT! That means that you, no way!” and then he stopped noticing Kane shaking his head and motioning toward Nathan. Nathan was so enraptured by the story she was telling that he had not figured it out yet. Katia continued as she glanced at her mate and saw how focused he was on what she was saying. She smiled watching him sit with eyes closed and listening to her voice in his head. She went back to the last gift and how another god heard what Zues and Hera had done. This god did not think it was fair that Zeus not only showed favoritism by releasing the parents of the girls from their prison but then to bestow such a gift as living a life i

The Crone’s continued, "The Old Crone Goddess has led them to the Realm of the Dead." Jamie wiped some of the tears away with her sleeve and said "The Old Crone.. but, but...she is the Goddess of Revenge! Why would she do that?" The old woman rolled her eyes and said "What are they teaching you, youngsters, these days? I knew people were getting less intelligent, but seriously? The Old Crone Goddess is a High Goddess. She is the Goddess of Graveyards, Necromancy, and Mischief. Revenge falls into the mischief bit!" She gave Jamie a quick wink before continuing, "Being connected to death means she can, on occasion, guide souls on."

"No. The man who reserved this place paid for it before the end of the year. And since this man is no longer among the living, it would be foolish not to take advantage of this opportunity." Ha. “Good idea," I guess. She made an annoyed clicking sound. “He was a very bad man, Sam. We all, especially his wife, are better off without him. Clear?" "Certainly. I know that this is your occupation. I am without criticism." "She was the Fury, goddess of vengeance. Her job was to punish evil." "Wait." “Meg, do you know who is trying to kill me by trapping these visions?” "Yes." I stopped with the feeling that I had just been hit. "You know, and you didn't tell me? You are not going to take revenge o

Her crimson eyes burned with fury. "I am the creator of the Goldrens! The Goddess of Creation! The Princess of the Vampire Realm!" Her voice echoed throughout the forest. "And you dared reject me?" She looked toward Clara. "Who do you think you are?" Before anyone could stop her— Slap! The sharp sound echoed through the forest. Clara staggered backward, clutching her cheek. "You..." Erin's voice trembled with rage. "You stole my mate from me..." "And you expect forgiveness after all that humiliation?"

That’s what the symbols meant, and I wondered if I’d stumbled into an undiscovered temple of Dike, one of the goddesses of justice. But it didn’t quite fit... If it were her, it could be “Dicaeosyne”, not “Dikaios”. And while the newer meaning of the word meant something other today, the ancient meaning was something else entirely... “Justice!” But not the good, righteous kind. It was vengeance, retribution, and retaliation. It was satisfaction for blood spilled, a hunger for unclean souls. It was the hellfire to punish the murderer, the killer, the slaughterer. It was justice for innocent cries, innocent blood…

They were witches after all; very tricky. A tear finally slid down her cheek. She could have brought chaos into their realm out of selfish desire. The goddess simply saved her children from her. A newfound guilt latched on to her. "I know you will not stop until you get what you want, Zainne. I did it for the best of my children, for you," the goddess reprimanded her. She hated to admit it, but she was sorry, and that guilt was slowly eating her. The moon goddess understands her pressure. Fury, hatred, and vengeance can drive someone to grave desperation, forgiveness was becoming unknown and unacceptable, and Zainne became the perfect example.