Novel & Cerita Nemesis Greek Mythology

I asked, realising she still hadn’t told me what happened with her or how she was spared. “Nemesis is only concerned with balance and justice,” she answered. “She confirmed Selene’s death and found it justified due to what she had put me through, accepting my answer when admitting to killing her. They had already been doubting her activities the last few centuries. As for my ascension to Godhood... well, there needs to be a deity of the Moon to maintain natural balance. By punishing and removing me, Nemesis would be creating chaos. I was allowed to live with that in mind.” “And she doesn’t care that you’re interfering with mortals and creating timelines?”

Chapter 38 If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?

​The realization hit me. ​I wasn't just playing a game against Antonio. I was playing a game against the universe itself. The past wasn't just a submissive setting waiting for me to remodel it; it was a living, breathing trap. It was a fixed loop of destiny, and it was violently, ruthlessly fighting back against my attempts to tear it open. The universe didn't care that Antonio was a monster. It didn't care that he was a scam who would eventually take my life. It only cared about the script.

But it settled into me like something that expected to be obeyed. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I sat. "You're sleeping with the enemy, Imani." He looked ahead. "I don't know who the hell you think you are." "That's the problem." He turned his head towards me. "You don't know who anyone is... you're not safe, Imani. Neither is Yara." My heart was loud in my own ears. "Are you threatening me?" Something moved in his expression. Brief. Almost pitying.

He looked at Angelos. “You sold your mother to people that you know want her dead. How heartless can you be? Luck asked in anger. Angelos just squirmed at a corner, he's already weak out of starvation and exhaustion. “Give him food and water once a day.” Eric said, looking at his guard. “And this one?” He said looking at Ambrose who was looking at him with pleading eyes. “P.. please” he pleaded with him “Revenge is best served cold. Give him his blood to drink till he dies”

Derek fired angrily, already at his limit. “I understand the reason for your anger, and sincerely, I deserve to be punished for all that I did. But I want you to know that I only did all that due to anger and jealousy, and I deeply regret it,” Dave said with a sad chuckle. “Like I said, I’m so glad to see you two before I die. You see, my nemesis has finally caught up with me, and now it’s time to pay for my own sins.” Dave continued, and for some unknown reason, Derek couldn’t find his anger anymore; he felt a pang of pity for his brother, but he pretended not to.

He turned away from her so she could only see his profile. Nyla had never considered her name before. Did regular humans think about why they were called humans? “No.” “Menhit is the goddess of war in ancient Egyptian culture,” he told her. “She was pictured as a lioness. Her name literally means ‘one who massacres.’”

"Say it, Damon. See what happens to that pretty face of yours." Damon didn't flinch, but his shoulders wound tight. He knew exactly what I was capable of when I lost my mind. "She's a distraction, Killian," he said. "Father will eliminate her the second she becomes a liability to his plans he has for you. If you don't stop with this self obsession you have with her, Father will destroy her, and you know it. You know how he cleans up messes." "If Father touches her, I'll burn the entire empire to the ground with him inside it," I growled softly, my face inches from his. "And if you stand in my way, I'll start with you."

he asks, his gaze never leaving my face. Soren speaks before I can. “Soren Malakai.” “Soren Malakai?” Doubt rings in Knight’s voice as his gaze turns sharp on my husband. “Or Damon?” I blink and toss Soren a glance. What the hell now? Damon? Soren’s face is tight with a look of genuine surprise. “Excuse me?” “Damon,” Knight moves close to my husband, closer than I liked, “do you not remember me?” Soren scoffs. “I think there’s a little misunderstanding here. I’m Soren Malakai, not Damon—”

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself