Hera The Goddess Of Revenge Novels & Stories

I had to stay on my toes. “You girls have fun! And Melissa, keep an eye on Hera—I don’t want her disappearing again like she did ten years ago,” Draco’s mom called after us. “Don’t worry, Mom, I’m not going anywhere,” I replied sweetly, finishing the rest in my head: Not until everyone who wronged me gets a taste of their own medicine. Hera’s name had been banned after she ran from the pack ten years ago. She only returned two weeks before I died; her presence was kept secret due to a fatal illness. I never knew she existed—until now.

Hera promised herself and zoomed. Hera's eyes filled with determination as she started the car and sped away. She couldn't believe Aiden's audacity, but she was more enraged by her attraction to him. She had initially sought him out for financial gain, but now her desire for revenge and possession had taken over. She wishes she would know who the damn woman hw is married to is so she can ruin her life and warn her not to stay away from her husband as she is the rightful owner of Aiden, and she was ready to give it all it takes to take Aiden back from her.

"It is. You know, child. Strength is enough to bring all enemies to their knees, but it is not enough to quell the vengeance in their hearts. These lords have seen their sons and fathers slaughtered and tortured. And their wives have borne illegitimate children from their enemy. That kind of grudge cannot be paralysed by the fear of a sword swung, and will be passed on to the next bloodline." "The cycle of hatred." "You are clever. You know, if the grudge is unbearable, they will unleash it, creating another war for the sake of revenge. But revenge is a form of seeking justice too. The wise Kingsley knows this." "What has all this to do with you?" "My name is Eirene, I am the goddess of tran

Harper remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor, while River stood stiffly, his expression unreadable. Only her stepmother, Diane, spoke up, her voice filled with anger. “This is disgusting! How can you say that to her? She’s your daughter!” Hector waved her off dismissively. “I’m thinking of what’s best for everyone. This isn’t about emotions; it is about making things right.”

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

CASSANDRA I looked at the people in front of me, dumbfounded. Is this mansion and everything inside and outside mine? How did it happen? Do I have other wealthy relatives whom I didn't know? But I had already met all of them, and they were the same as my family. They all looked down at me. "What are you talking about? How did this mansion belong to me?" Are you joking, right? " "We are not joking, Miss Cassandra. Our boss witnessed your suffering, and he wanted to help you. He wants you to experience a better life. And if you want revenge, he will support you."

she said, “everything you’re fighting for, all of it, will be undone. She will turn on you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But it will happen.” “You don’t know that!” I shouted. “You don’t! She… she seemed different!” “She’s clever. She’s patient. She’s powerful,” the goddess said, her voice like thunder and sadness mixed. “And she wants revenge more than she wants peace.” I wiped my face roughly with my hand. I didn’t care if she saw my tears. I was exhausted. Angry. Desperate. “Then help me!” I yelled. “Help me fix this! Help me fix things with Dane! With my pack! With my mother! Everything’s falling apart!”

I used Aiden to get her banished but it only drove her right into the arms of Atticus. Into the hands of her Fated Mate. The same one who had healed her from the mirror curse I cast. And now, she was the most powerful Werewitch in all the realms, the favourite of the Moon Goddess. “Fucking Bitch!” My voice cracked, and I slammed my hands onto the table, tears blurring my vision. “Why does she always win?” Hera still stood tall, unbroken, perfect. Despite everything I had done—despite Rachel, despite Aiden, despite the plague—Hera won.