Nemesis Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.’

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

“Are you out of your mind?” “Think about it. Together, we'll rule the supernatural order.” “You’re delusional if you think I’ll do anything for you, you murderer.” “I’m asking nicely, little brat. Don't make me show you what happens when I'm denied.” “You may try. Zeus will never let you near me. He will kill you.” He clicked his tongue dismissively. “That hybrid abomination doesn't know what I’m capable of. I might as well send him to your father.”

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° "Then don't be a monster." Nevena's voice didn't shake. "Be the man who gave his buddy a contact card and told him to call if he ever needed you." Antonio exhaled slowly, controlled— and dropped his hand. He stepped back. Just one step and turned away from her.

He gave me a soft smile, making me return a shy smile. “You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, or the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”