Nemesis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

Something unexpected happened. Something sharp and hot tore out of me, visible for all to see. It swept through the crowd till it found Seraphina and rested on her. It was the mate bond. The hall gasped. I froze. Nemesis was a bloody bastard, because tell me why the one person I wanted gone was the only person in the whole wild world that the moon goddess deemed fit to make my mate. I knew I had to act fast. “I reject you!” I spat coldly for everyone to hear.

Nanny Delta led her inside the mansion. "When will mom and dad come home?" She asked nanny Delta while walking towards the dining hall. "I'm not sure, they haven't mentioned to me when they will be back yet." "Are they still in Mexico?" She asked, but nanny Delta just shrugged. Nanny Delta served her breakfast, and they had chitchat. They gossiped and laughed about random kinds of stuff, no wonder, they've missed each other. Nanny Delta had served them ever since before she was born. She also took care of her when she was young because both of her parents are always busy with their work and business. For her, nanny Delta is her second mother.

She slowly makes her way over to me, Rieka and Damballa circling in behind her in case she attacks me once more. Nehmetawy glances at them over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at their protectiveness. “I have no intention of harming the mortal.” She tells them before turning back to me, taking the final few steps that would bring us face to face. Something feels off about the Goddess. I don’t get the sense of danger from her like I have from others that have meant me harm. The only thing I get from her is a deep sadness that has merged with every cell of her being.

"If they can send a feeling of violation... can I send one of unity? Of strength?" Nolan's eyebrows rose, a spark of intrigued light in his ancient eyes. "Theoretically... yes. The Goddess's gift is one of connection. To feel the pack's heart is also to speak to it. To reinforce it. But to do so consciously, as a shield... it would require immense focus. And a catalyst." My eyes fell on the moonstone dagger. The crack in its hilt still pulsed with a soft, steady silver light, having rejected the crimson flare of the intrusion.

Sonya slowly made her way to where the mood goddess was standing. “Yes, moon goddess I am.” Sonya stated. Selene then took a dagger off her waist and made a slit on her forearm and Sonya’s. She held them together and said “I, Selene the moon goddess, do bestow the power for my goddess pendant to you Sonya Myers soon-to-be-Turner, to be its protector and in doing so be able to use the power from the pendant, when necessary, in the course of that protection. Do you accept Sonya Myers?”

Deep and raspy, White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s voice rang out, “Welcome to Nemesis. Let me introduce myself. I am White-Eyed Ivory Dragon, the original Nemesis’ number one.” Sigillum then spoke, “I am Sigillum, the original Nemesis’ number three.” Followed by Devastation, who said, “I am Devastation, the original Nemesis’ number five.” And lastly, Dhrishit added, “I am Dhrishit, the original Nemesis’ number six.” “From today onwards, you guys will be part of Nemesis. We are happy to have you here, and we believe you guys will be able to restore Nemesis to its former glory,” said White-Eyed Ivory Dragon.

“You are that stupid.’’ his fingers leave her chin and he clenches them with annoyance and irritation. Elena could see his disgust. Yet again, she had managed to be a disappointment to another man in her life. was she not better off dead? Maybe if he fulfilled what he had truly come here to do, then she could feel the peace of finally leaving this world. What was she to do? Now that her heart was filled with so much hatred and resentment towards herself. “As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the

Lady Nerida hurriedly spoke, “Before we left her, I used my blood to write a name on her forehead. Her name is Lena, my only daughter. I never gave birth afterward.” Sir Smith and I exchanged eye contact, and I sighed inwardly. “Lady Nerida, what sign brought you here?” “In our tribe, each individual awakens their wolf side at the age of ten, but as a rare species, a prophecy had arrived before I even gave birth to her that she would be different and would awaken her wolf side earlier. Moreover, it will be more painful. Whenever one of our people awakens, there's an instinctive signal that is sent to the rest of us. The person might not even know it, but the rest of us would.” Sir Malik repl

Being claimed by an Alpha of his strength while my body was already weakened by the heat had left me more sore than I wanted to admit. As I stood there in the dim light of the corridor, my mind involuntarily flashed back to the first time I’d gone to Damon’s room for help. I remembered the ink on his skin. It had been mesmerizing—thorny vines wrapping around his neck, dark symbols on his forearms. But it was his back that haunted me. He had skeletal wings tattooed across his shoulder blades, intricate and macabre. And right down his spine, there was a line of cursive script. I hadn't been able to read it then, but the image of it was burned into my mind.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.