Nemesis Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Sir Malik replied before Lady Nerida would, because she was already sobbing quietly. Could the signal be when Lena howled? Is that what she meant? “Then how sure are you that we wouldn't exploit your blood, considering all you've just told us?” I asked with a raise of my brow, but his expression did not even change. Lady Nerida replied this time, “We have another talent, discerning. Whenever someone has ill intent towards us, we would know. And if someone has pure intentions towards us, we will also know. That's how we make friends.”

Nemesis said like was amused at Vor’s suffering who sat down helpless. “Then help me. You have a way with words and you can help unite my pantheon against a common enemy.” “And why should I help you when I simply enjoy watching you of all writhe in misery?” Nemesis asked as Vor got off the ground. She took Nemesis hand and placed on her head as she stared into her eyes. “I pledge loyalty to you Nemesis; save Freyja and my pantheon before more blood is spilled in exchange, I belong to you, I will serve and obey only you.” Vor swore before the dream ended.

"You've always loved charades," "It's fun," Nero smiled. "Lovely to meet you again, Apple Pie," "Who is that?" Kira gasped. "That is Latéya, opposite of a sugar god fairy and my nemesis," "Nemesis? What do you mean by—" "When my kind passes a certain age without finding their monarch, a dark side begins to take shape and that side becomes dedicated to their destruction. That is her, Latéya," Nero bowed. "At your service,"

she said, waving a dismissive hand through the air as though she were shooing away a fly. “Then explain why you went to such lengths just to bring her down.” I held her gaze. “If this isn’t jealousy, then you’re just cruel. Or worse—you enjoy hurting people.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “You know what’s funny?” I remained silent. “You never fought this hard for me.” “That’s because you were never worth fighting for.” My voice remained calm, but every word landed with precision. “You’ve always been selfish, manipulative, and toxic. Everything has always been about you.”

Everyone pulled out their swords and lashes out to their enemy, leaving this part of the forest. "Should I ask for your forgiveness, your majesty?" Nemesis said, the side of his mouth slowly moving upwards, as if mocking the king. "You know me, your majesty. I could bow my head lower than you can imagined to someone who's deserving. But, I could raise my horns and bare my fangs to someone cruel and undeserving. And that means you, your majesty." he smiled, pulled out his sword from his hips and jump to the group of enemies near us.

Deep and raspy, White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s voice rang out, “Welcome to Nemesis. Let me introduce myself. I am White-Eyed Ivory Dragon, the original Nemesis’ number one.” Sigillum then spoke, “I am Sigillum, the original Nemesis’ number three.” Followed by Devastation, who said, “I am Devastation, the original Nemesis’ number five.” And lastly, Dhrishit added, “I am Dhrishit, the original Nemesis’ number six.” “From today onwards, you guys will be part of Nemesis. We are happy to have you here, and we believe you guys will be able to restore Nemesis to its former glory,” said White-Eyed Ivory Dragon.

I said with a simper. “Even I know that Nepenthern, god of all gods, went to Hades and not to you. Nepenthern asked Hades, and not you, to give him the venom with the rage of Cerberus. We all know that he did this in a bid to kill Malleteagan as revenge on Endymion for seducing his daughter. So, you may have created the demon within me, but Erzelus is created by Hades, not by you. That means that you have no control over Erzelus.”

I had a bad feeling about this. "You are his mate," he spoke softly, a manic look in his eyes. "This is amazing. You're the one who's destined to kill him, and with you being the moonstone...that's a genius-level setup. Hera was such a genius. How did she know —" I cut him off. "Who's Hera?" He grinned. "She was Anessa's sister. She was my favourite pawn." Nausea swept through me. Did it mean that the curse wasn't just done because Allora was grieving her sister?

“We’ll call her Lilith, belonging to the night.” They had two months of happiness while Arden’s advisors grew increasingly suspicious about why their Alpha kept disappearing. Then a seer had a vision during court and everything fell apart. “A child born of moon and blood will either unite the realms or destroy them,” the seer gasped, her eyes rolled back in her head. “When she comes of age, the ancient enemy will rise, She is salvation or annihilation. There is no middle ground.”

Why did it seem like. "I see..." Nysera said. "You both made up and I'm collateral damage, I guess." Vaelora and Draekon said nothing. "I have no hand in what I'm being accused of," Nysera continued. "Really?" Draekon asked sarcastically. "I truly don't," Nysera insisted. "Why would I want to harm her?" "Who knows? Maybe because her blood is what your people need for the ritual to break Nali'yum's curse?"