Hela The Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" ~I am known by many names but you call me the Moon Goddess~ Helena's eyes widened as she stared into the abyss. "I would fall to my knees but I don't know which direction I should face." She joked and the area hummed and brightened, and something told her that was how the deity showed amusement ~You have to go back, young one. There is still so much you have left to do~ Helena felt dread wash over her and frowned. She did not know where she had to go back to and she did not want to return there.

Green as well considered herself a goddess as thus, going to a better place after she sacrificed herself for the good of the world during Hades Plague. As popularly known and hinted, Hilda has as well be considered a goddess. But with the presence of multiple gods across pantheons, where do each of them stand? The classes of gods are divided into the three parts, Elder Gods, Old Gods and New gods. I'd be classifying all of that here, Starting with the new gods. NEW GODS HILDA - DEBUT

It was almost not noticeable due to how tiny it was on the map, but people often visited it for tourism purposes and its beautiful history. The structure had been there for twenty decades, where the people of Sechester often worshipped their deity, the goddess Hecate. Hecate was known to be the chief goddess in charge of magic and spells. She was the Greek goddess of witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, and the moon. Kira passed by two pillars erected for the goddess in front of the temple- they were known to wade off evil. She yanked the torch nearby and tossed it towards a chandelier nearby.

he said, "Just like his mother" he continued, "We are unfamiliar with her" she said, "Is that your third question?" He asked, "Second, you didn't mark the other one as the second" she retorted, He was bristling in anger, his moustache doing a movement like the cartoons, "She was ketolia, goddess of the dying" he answered, They even had a goddess of the dying, a very strange world indeed. jason had been watching the movement of his wrist, he seemed to be losing his grip on the staff, it won't be long,

Now her vision is almost clear. "Who are you?" Helena said loudly. She tried to be brave, her strength was not as much as before, the light magic she made was starting to almost dim. "It's me, come closer." Helena looked back, there was no one, only tall grass and fireflies flying. “Here, come closer to my flower.” Helena then stepped closer to the beautiful blue flower, her voice getting clearer. “My body is dead, but my life is here. I made a pact to god that I will never die, here is my life now.”

The air shimmered, carrying a warmth that made Helena’s chest tighten. Helena’s knees clicked as she stood. “My Lady… I am here to serve.” The Goddess’ voice deepened, echoing in the quiet chamber. “Helena… you have long sought the path to amplify your healing, to touch life in ways beyond the ordinary. A choice approaches, one that will bind destinies and shift the balance of divine gifts.” Helena’s breath caught. “Bind… destinies, my Goddess?”

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."

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

It has been foretold that once you begin to read the tale of Aphrodite you are unable to stop until the very end. If you are still reading, I say you are either very brave or very stupid. I pray for you... May God have mercy on your soul She had skin as dark as midnight when the moon is covered by dark night clouds; her skin is as dark as midnight when not a single star is in the sky to shine a light upon the earth; and her skin is as dark as the abyss when you fall to your death and succumb to the angel of death. Yet, the very same dark skin is as smooth as silk.

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!”