Nemesis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

A life far away from scandals, power games and men like Marcus. My company in Valmont continued thriving. I kept taking contracts Marcus expected to win and every loss got under his skin. But stealing contracts from him wasn’t enough. It irritated him. It bruised his ego. I didn’t come back to irritate Marcus. I came back to become his nemesis. I was able to keep myself hidden using the name Veronica Thompson. The realization settled like something heavy in my chest. I had been moving carefully, trying to avoid noise, mistakes and doing everything possible to stay hidden.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Even with all the good vibe from meeting his mate, he still is a demon. Ruby lies on the wooden table surrounded with clones of Lavania’s mother Nesiana – the goddess of the forest. The clones are twelve and are chanting, the same word repeatedly, while Nesiana is drawing magical symbols on Ruby’s head, chest, arms, and thighs. By this time Ruby is covered with just a white cloth. And I am sure underneath she has nothing. After drawing the symbols, Nesiana stands beside Ruby’s head and places her hand on Ruby’s face, before mumbling some words.

My father cleared his throat before continuing, "You know that after that, nothing can separate you two except death. Your mother mentioned it was the bite of infinity, but that doesn’t mean your mate won’t resent you if she finds out." My father is known for his straightforwardness; he never sugarcoats his words. However, his honesty does not change the reality of our situation. Despite the bond we share, it won't prevent her from harboring resentment towards me. He continues, "Drew, you understand that what happened isn't your fault, right?" I wish he would stop reiterating that point because deep down, I believe it is my fault. If I had been more careful, Felicity's life would be differen

She couldn’t help but smile, she thought Ethan stood her up and that he was no longer interested in her, but now hearing the sound of his car reassured her. CASSIE’S POV I stood there like a fool, smiling, waiting for him, then I saw him, walking down the aisle, he wasn’t wearing his wedding suit, he was wearing casual jeans and white T-shirt and a jacket. Right now I didn’t care what he was wearing, all I wanted was for us to get married. But everything changed when I saw a lady beside him, Diana, my sworn Enemy. Both of them were holding hands like couples, and walking towards me. I tried to stay positive, maybe it was not what I was thinking, but then the projector screen, flip on, the pr

She stood behind them, holding her hand on the dagger. Left alone, Deja threw off her cloak, looking at the statue. Slowly she knelt down so that her hooded face was higher than her head. "Goddess," Deya said softly. She fell silent. She had no idea if the alien deity would hear her. Few of the Anmar worshiped the moon goddess. Though she had a temple in Taaldor, almost no one visited it. Deya has never been there, and even more so she never prayed to this goddess. But she was the patroness of werewolves, and they took her seriously.

Her Mona Lisa smile fills me with a sense of relief. Beside her is a woman who could be mistaken for the striking woman in history known as Cleopatra. Hecate is shorter than Mother. She observes the room with intense, dark eyes. When she moves her head, it leaves a kind of vapor trail, showing she can see in multiple directions at once. She has charcoal colored shadow all the way across her eyes and the bridge of her nose and deep red lipstick staining her lips. Her long, straight jet black hair compliments a perfect deep olive complexion. She has burned protective sigils onto her cheeks along with circular tattoos placed strategically around her face and neck. She has slits in her natural c

I spend every second of my life thanking the Moon Goddess for binding me to her. Her beautiful black hair flutters behind her and she stares at the crowd softly. "First, I would like to extend our deepest condolences to all of you. Derek was our friend and I will not explain to you how we feel about this betrayal. I gather from the smell of smoke that some of your homes must have burned down and I just want you to know that whatever happens, whether you accept our offer or not, we will help you rebuild." She takes a deep breath. "Elliot and I have marked each other. Owen and Sam and Simon and Melanie too. Our families have hated each other for decades but we, we love each other." She says as

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE *The Big Reveal! * She walked toward the artfully carved sculptor of herself slowly. The crowd suddenly grew quiet as they watched her draw closer to the statute. Gingerly, she traced her finger across the nape of the statute. It was oddly her other self eerily staring back at her. The statue was herself dressed like a Princess in classical times. She looked like a Greek princess. She marvelled at the sight of the statue with dewy eyes.