Novel & Cerita Mythology Hera

A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil. He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart. "Herega, it is an honour" he said, Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."

Then a scream of a woman began to sound out of thin air. “Aaaaaaaaahhh Release me!!” Within the beast's clenched hand, there is a beautiful mature woman in her thirties screaming aloud as she struggles to pry her body out from the giant hand. This woman wears a purple old-school toga, she was both Zeus's sister and wife. Hera the goddess matriarch of Olympus. At Aurelia's aide who was watching the curb stomping fes in front of her smiled awkwardly. She knew that Zhu Wushang and her two good friends were strong but never thought that they were this strong.

Logan's mother was one of the people that pressed for me to be banished, if anything, she humiliated me. I was the one that was wronged and yet she raised a vengeance spirit for me! Wow! "Why would I tell you that?" She questioned and I raised a brow. "Are you kidding? If I complete the spell, you would neutralize and that's the end of your existence so I'm not pleading, I'm asking you to tell me who the hell you are." I screamed at the top of my voice and she folded her hands resignedly. "I'm Hera, the goddess of vengeance. Now get your hands off that." She motioned and I shook my head in disagreement.

"We need a god to answer our prayers and that’s why I called you all, to pray with me!" Flora had been quick to discover a prayer that promised to catch the attention of Hera, Zeus' wife and the goddess of the family and pregnant women. So we all began to repeat the words, in a ceaseless prayer for help. The goddess was known to be vengeful and strong, I hoped for these qualities to help save my wife and son.

I took a deep breath and made my way towards the exit of the room. Once I stepped out of the room, I was surprised to find myself in the middle of Hera's courtyard. Hera was speaking to two other women I could recognize. Cordelia, the goddess of water and Nyx, the goddess of the night. The three women were sitting under the tree of discord. "There's something I discovered today" Hera began and the other two women raised their brows. "What is it? Did you perhaps find out who the new guard really is?" Nyx asked. "Of course, I did. I discovered that his mother had given him a different name apart from the one given to him by the Fates" Hera said and my frown deepened. I had no clue about what s

She placed the cup of medicinal herbs that she was bringing to me originally and faced me with a straightened shoulder and a more courageous look. "Priestess Hera of the Red Fangs."

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Cassandra had gone completely mad. Cast out by her family and thrown away by Apollo, she knew she was at the end of her rope. Her only lifeline was the unborn child of a god. She began to spread the word across the divine realms, proclaiming that she carried the Sun God’s heir. A god’s bloodline was a sacred, serious matter. The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods.

the goddess spoke passing through Hilda like a wind. "I think I'm dead. What? Am I dead? Could this be an underworld?" Hilda's thoughts became wild. As she couldn't figure out what was going on. "I am the greatest werewolf goddess, goddess of the seven seas and seven mountains. Seer of what is and what is to become. Greatest if the werewolf goddess that has and will ever exist. You are standing before the goddess of fire, water, air, and of the earth. And all you think I can hear." the goddess replied calmly.