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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.

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..

Alex could tell that she was trying to please the lamia. "First of all, I'm not your sister. I am Lord Rena's personal knight! And you will address me as such! Lesser demons that are guarding this mine are mere minions to the lamia clan, and that includes you, so know your place! Is that clear? Or do I have to make you understand?" The lamia knight snapped back at the demon that was trying to curry her favour with huge arrogance in her tone.

Caterina POV “Até, I wish I could say it was good to see you, but we both know that would be a lie…” “Oh Caterina, you wound me. Is that any way to greet your favourite cousin?” Até is the goddess of mischief, and my cousin. Technically, all the gods and goddesses are. All daughters of Poseidon are Sirens, and we all trained under Até. She is a master of leading men, both mortal and immortal down the path to ruin. She is beautiful and dangerous. Not someone I was hoping for us to encounter here.

he laughed again. "No. He is not like you. He goes after people like you. He does not want all what you crave for. You sack pack, put fear in them and take tribute from them. Alpha Nemesis kills wicked Alpha like you" Sophie believed that was the truth. Her father knew that but was only avoiding it to justify himself. "You know, your mother was once like you" Alpha Nolan retorted. "Stop before it's too late" she warned again. "You almost die today" she moaned.

Ophelia’s POV: “Rhea Whitmore.” The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

He pushed her out of the way, and picked my up by my neck. “Who the hell are you?” He asked me, shaking me. I don’t know if it was the lack of oxygen, or the adrenaline in the atomosphere, but the contact sent a white-hot spark through my body. It must have hit him the same way, because he dropped me the second it started. “There’s no fucking way.” He started, and put some distance between us. “Diana, who is she?” He demanded. “I was trying to tell you, before you got handsy. Now that Dorian is gone, I can tell you who she really is.” Diana started to tell him again, with a frustrated look on her face. “She is the lost princess of the fae. She is Nemesis, the true queen of the fae realm.” Sh

Chuckling, she slowed its descent and retrieved it before the flames could engulf the thatched floor. As they dropped to their knees, Selene explained the conditions. ‘The beast that now roams Arcadia is called némalykou. They are wolf spirits that inhabit our sacred forests on Olympus. One of them has been perpetually bound to your father. It now shares possession of his soul. The only way to subdue your father is if you too join yourself with a némalykou and become half man, half wolf.’