Novel & Cerita Nemesis Greek Mythology

I could feel drain taking him from me little by little as he gets himself so addicted to it, it wouldn't be long before his demise, I felt a surge of bitterness; I knew I would ultimately have to kill my mate as well. Had circumstances been different, I could have envisioned a fulfilling life with him, raising heirs together. Regrettably, that dream was shattered when his kind mercilessly slaughtered mine. I witnessed the brutal demise of my people, their lives extinguished as if they were mere livestock. My mother’s final words echoed in my mind: "Avenge us." This has been my unwavering mission throughout the years—to seek justice for my fallen kin.

"As my husband's only sibling, I really wanted us to be on good terms. But it seems you're not willing because of some misconceptions you’ve heard about me. I understand that, but you could at least speak to me respectfully." Gianna scoffed. "You haven't earned my respect. And honestly, you never will. Like I said, stay away from my mom. You probably made yourself sick on purpose to trap her in your deceit, but best believe I won't let you ruin any member of my family again." "You keep accusing me of things I know nothing about. Care to elaborate? I never hurt your family." "Yes, you did." Gianna was nearly fuming now. Hermione’s nonchalance was sending her to the edge. "You don't know what

I had heard tales of Rham, the ancient goddess who embodied divine jealousy and wrath. She was known to sow discord among humans out of spite for the gods’ favoritism. The only deity who dared to oppose her was Artemis, the moon goddess. Still reeling from the revelation, I questioned her motives. "If you truly are the mighty Rhamnusia, what then, do you want from me?" She leaned close, her breath a caress on my ear. "I’ve come to claim what’s mine, child," she murmured. "The debt you owe me."

Something I could rely on if El ever decided to abandon me… or if the prophecy demanded she turn away. I had faced Darius. I had felt, painfully, humiliatingly, how small my strength was without her. Without my other half. And El belonged to the goddess. A borrowed blade. A conditional ally. It meant there was a very real chance she wouldn't help me with the one thing my life was now built around—revenge. There was every chance she would leave me hanging midway, that she would refuse to even fight against the ancients, against Darius. My second helper from the goddess.

... Nayla staggered, reeling with shock as those words escaped Verin's lips. Her husband? Her Nedan was the one whom Kally said was her enemy? "Don't be surprised Nayla. Your husband Nedan is a foolish human king who doesn't know how capable of a monster I could be" Verin said, walking towards Kally. Verin held his sister's shoulders and took her to Nayla's front. Taylor held Nayla's shoulders, gently so that she doesn't fall.

Blue asked, curious. "The Nilela are the ones who created the gods, Zeus, Ares, Athena etc and I believe Ruthless is a descendant of Nilela."

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

There was a pause, and then Helena laughed, low and unafraid, and I understood again why I loved this woman. "A machine," she said. "Thirty years dead and still spiteful. Very well. Then it has made its first error, child, because it opened with me, and I keep everything. Every document it just weaponised, I hold the context for. Send Lydia. We will answer its lie with a longer truth." But when the call ended, my father spoke from the back seat, and his voice was grave. "It did not err," he said. "Understand what you just saw. The Engine did not attack Helena because she is vulnerable. It attacked her because she is your structure. Think, Elara.

Alpha Jones walked towards her and the man standing before her. Alpha Jones, famously known as Alpha Nemesis needed no introduction. His heavily built moderate body and a glaring physical strength screaming from his appearance were enough to sell him out. He was said to be a young Alpha but wise, his looks proved this true. They called him Nemesis because that was what he used to tell his victim. 'Nemesis has caught up with you' was the usual phrase people claimed he used to say. "David" he patted the man in front of Sophie.