Nemesis Goddess Tattoo Novels & Stories

Morrígan spoke. Viper’s eyes widened. Did she just read my mind? The goddess had short dark curly hair that fell over her left side of her dark skinned face, covering her left eye and Viper could see some kind of tattoo on her visible right eye. It had white intricate dotted markings all around it that looked like tiny crystals. “Allow me to show you!” the goddess whispered and Viper watched as she unexpectedly vanished in a dark cloud of smoke. Through the smoke cloud, farther from Viper, stood Diana and in front of him was the bare chested muscular toned god identified as Kratos.

Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram. From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all. Calista, wife of Dimitris Aetos, daughter of the Hera familia, goddess of marriage and the life of a woman, the blue tattoo on a Hera familia being a Peacock. Myra, wife of Michalis Laskaris, daughter of the Aphrodite Familia, goddess of love and beauty, the blue tattoo on an Aphrodite familia being a Dove. Nektaria, wife of Charilaus Diamandis, daughter of Athena familia, goddess of wisdom and wit, the blue tattoo of an Athena familia being an Owl

The two of them are so easy-going, so filled with light, that it would have been easy. But for whatever reason, the Moon Goddess decided that this bright light of a woman should be mine. I set the picture back on the nightstand. I hope the Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing, because if my mate is harboring some inner love for Henry, brother or no, I may have to kill him.

I stepped back before she could touch me. “Don’t you dare,” I warned her. “I don’t belong to you anymore.” She looked as though I’d slapped her. “I stopped being yours the day I realized love shouldn’t feel like walking on broken glass.” “You destroyed an innocent woman’s life because you were jealous. How pathetic.” “Jealous?” She laughs humourlessly. “I’m not jealous of that girl, whatever her name is,” she said, waving a dismissive hand through the air as though she were shooing away a fly.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

I, Nemesis, half-dragon, half-human was,at the moment slouching low. Very very low. My bloodline was cursed, a source of shame for my mother and me. But my guilt weighed heavier than any curse. I killed the Dragon Lord's mate, by mistake. She was human, and taking human life is forbidden for me by the Divine law.

" Me: My mother is already trying to contact yours. His reply came almost instantly. Sebastian: She already did. I stopped walking. Me: What? Sebastian: My mother just congratulated me. I covered my face with one hand. Me: This is a nightmare. Three dots appeared. Sebastian: You said yes. Me: So did you. Sebastian: Unfortunately. I smiled. Me: We can still run. His response came almost immediately. Sebastian: Together? I stared at the message longer than I should have. Then I typed: Me: Don't make this weird. His reply: Sebastian: You're the one proposing an elopement with your nemesis. I laughed. I hated that he could still make me laugh. And somehow, that felt far more dangerous than the w

the woman explained her arrival. Ghevana then told me that she found clues through the moon. That the full moon fell earlier than usual therefore she believed that the goddess would return and save the wolf nation. The goddess would also save humans from the cruelty of vampires. "The constellations also make it clear that she is getting closer," she added, handing over her thick book. "Are you sure she's still alive and that she wants to defend my people?" asked Marcus enthusiastically. "Of course! She is a goddess born of a human father and a werewolf mother. She will have both the strength of her father and mother. Cruelty like her mother and gentleness like her father," the woman guessed

Her movements grow slower and more sluggish as she bleeds out. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps you're wrong." He steps over her corpse and towards me. I only scowl as he takes my chin in his fingers, "But this isn't about winning, dear Zemira. This is about destroying what your Goddesses created. I will make this world anew without the taint of the Moon casting a shadow on it." "No, instead you'll just soak it in blood." He lets me go and goes back to the table. I look down at the girl and the pool of scarlet blood she lies in. Kneeling down, I touch her forehead and draw a symbol across her forehead. The sign of the Triple Goddesses.

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”