Hera The Goddess Of Revenge の小説・ストーリー

Before she walked out of their home and out of his life. It was quite a long journey to Asgard, and as Hera left the lands of Mt Olympus she felt a twinge for the family she was leaving behind, but this was something she needed to do for herself. It was time for the motherly Goddess to go on her own journey, searching for that long-buried part of herself that wasn't afraid to throw caution to the wind and have some fun again. Who better to aid her with that than Loki the God of mischief? The problems at Mount Olympus would still be there when she returned, maybe if Zeus had to handle her workload as well as his he will start to understand how much of her life Hera put in at the kingdom every

Upon closing his eyes there was the image that kept plastering in his vision and that image was the image of the gorgeous young woman he saved earlier 'So her name was Iris. It was a name for a lost goddess and it only depicts her appearance. She’s a lost goddess inside the market. Though, I think whatever happens afterward will be forgotten by her. She’ll surely forgot that there was someone who had touched her body because of the side effect of the one she took. I knew that because I had knowledge of those. The only thing that I know first is the meaning of the prohibited medicine and it’s side effect, but never the scent of it. It’s just knew to me that, people have something upon their s

She knew that she would always be there to protect the innocent and fight for what was right. Hera's fighting style is both feared and respected by her opponents. They fear her because she is a skilled and deadly warrior. She is not afraid to fight dirty, and she is always looking for an opening to strike. They respect her because she is a strong and independent woman who is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in. Hera's fighting style is a reflection of her personality. She is a strong and independent vampire who is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

Independent, strong, intelligent, sensual, beautiful, capable… in short, she possessed everything a woman could desire. She was also a reborn member of the divine race. Though not one of the Twelve Principal Gods, her influence in ancient times had far surpassed that of many of them—such as Sif, who was known mainly for beauty and adornment. Before the coming of Ragnarök, she had been a witch of the Vanir tribe. She once represented the Vanir in Asgard to debate which tribe was more worthy of respect, only to be treated with grave disrespect by the Aesir gods. Because of her, a grand and devastating war erupted between the two tribes—the first war since the creation of the world. Both sides

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?"

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

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.

A violent gust tore through the clearing, the trees swaying so hard I feared they would snap in half. “And for that,” Hera said, her voice dropping into something cold. ”She's going to be brought to heel.” Power rolled off her in merciless waves. The kind only a true Queen of the Gods could wield. My heart kicked erratically against my ribs. Fear crawled up my spine. “I… see,” I managed. “But how can I beat her now that I’m dead?” The wind halted all at once, and peace settled around us again as Hera relaxed. “You’re not dead just yet,” she said. “You are in what mortals call a coma. And I have a certain god, one who’s been secretly rooting for you, who wants to help bring you back.”

And I swore to the Moon Goddess, I wanted to kick him hard. All the fear that had been choking me moments ago burned away, replaced by a surge of anger. “Your car literally hit me!” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. So what if I had been trying to escape just seconds ago? That didn’t give him the right to act like I was the problem. He could have apologized. What if I had died and lost my only chance of revenge? The thought struck deeper than it should have. I just got reborn. I came back for a reason.