Nemesis Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

*The Greek Mythology of Nemesis* Nemesis was the Greek goddess of vengeance, a deity who doled out rewards for noble acts and punishment for evil ones. The Greeks believed that Nemesis didn't always punish an offender immediately but might wait generations to avenge a crime. In English, nemesis originally referred to someone who brought just retribution, but nowadays, people are more likely to see animosity than justice in the actions of a nemesis.

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.

"Why would you do something like that?" "Mom, calm down," Gianna interrupted. "Hermione never deserved Rhys. She's despicable and unkind. Are we going to pretend her father wasn't responsible for us almost losing everything? And it was all because of her deceit." "Shut up. What do you know?" Evelyn snapped. "I know enough to know she's despicable. And I'm happy Rhys has finally come to his senses." Gianna stood her ground. Rhys sighed, massaging his temple. He hadn't let Gianna in on his revenge ploy because of how unstable she could be. "Gianna, calm down."

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 closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears. I threw my head back, overcome by the desire to feed. Yet I would be patient for my Aphrodite. She needed to eat first. She needed to have her fill. I ran my hands through Aphrodite's hair. She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied."

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.

“And for what purpose? God does not need coin—that was all for you.” This seemed to get beneath his mask. Under his skin. The man stiffened. “A moron like you would never understand. I serve a greater purpose. I heed God’s word and honor his blessings. And it was prophecy that put you before me now.” He leaned in close and snarled. I could feel the heat radiating from his mask. “How dare you impugn God’s will. The Nemesis’s Curse is as real as you and I. Our Goddess has been reborn…and she’ll soon lead us through the darkness.” Goddess? I thought of Ava, first—then a second face crossed my mind.