Hela The Goddess Of Death Novels & Stories

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

reminded the gloomy demon to the aging Helia Baal. “I'd be devouring every human child– I will not be buried in darkness, Siegfried,” said the old witch with a grating laugh but had struggled to carry her wicker baskets full of twelve chickens. “The infrequent rainfall has weakened you, Helia Baal,” said the demon helping his mistress to lift over her shoulder the two cages that had been tied together to a sling. She agonized and had dropped the wicker cages to the seamless floor. “Bring out my philter then, Goat-Head,” said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle.

A terrible thought hit me as I shook it away not wanting to think of how I would face Amara if something was to happen to her mother because of me. I managed to get up to see that she had used his heart, inserting it into her and she was at the process of transforming into a whole new form. Both women were high up there, with pure fury written on Nyx's face and mockery on Helena's as she raised her arms, her body taking its full form. Evil only dies twice... I reminded myself as I thought on how best to help Nyx. I could find a way to strike a fatal blow to Helena. She wouldn't be as powerful as she is now since Hector was dead and all spells created for her by him would die with him.

I said behind them. "Oh, the wolf goddess is here." Helga said I blushed badly at her words, Helga is a beauty with a brain, she is the daughter of the pack gamma, she loves to look good and she always dreams of being claimed by the son of an alpha or an alpha, which means, she could go to another pack to get what she wants, she hadn't met her mate yet, she is eighteen as well. I am sure, she is hoping to meet her mate today, most time, my father invites different Alphas from another pack to the ball. "And who said she is the wolf goddess?" "It's bad to compare a mere wolf with the moon goddess." I could feel some bitterness in Hilary's voice while Hilary turned her gaze from me.

They walked into a large hut which was covered with green vines, many exotic and medicinal and different range of colors of plants. The front door was slightly opened and Erza who was in front of Atarah walked in. "Olga, I brought the herbs." Erza said with a singing voice as she dropped the basket on the ground, along with other plants. "Oh, thanks you so much. Dear." Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Kael took a step back to keep his distance from the Goddess Seraphim, who had suddenly appeared before him. No matter how beautiful her form might be, the one standing before Kael at that moment was the Goddess of Death—the only goddess in the clan’s history whom no one was ever allowed to worship. For she was the enemy of both humans and wolves. “Why have you come here?” Kael asked softly. A low, harsh, and terrifying chuckle sent a chill down Kael’s spine.