Nemesis Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

"Don't come any closer, you murderer!" I suddenly became angry. Why was she even blaming me for what I didn't do. "I didn't kill your sister! So how am I a murderer!?" She stood vibrating with temper, her fist clenched and her eye blazing. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She furiously went to the table and sent everything on it crashing onto the tiles. "You didn't kill her, huh?" She repeated, fuming angrily. "If you didn't kill her, then I did. I killed my sister. I killed her! I fucking killed Layla!" Her body shuddered violently as she broke into tears. "I killed the young innocent girl!" She said in a quiet whisper.

Maybe it's just her eyes playing games with her. He bowed his head slightly, "I am Hermes, the third son of king Median, the king of the werewolves." he introduced. Rielle opened her eyes and looked at him. She stared at him for a while with a blank look before she bursted out, laughing hard. "Are you kidding me? That is exactly the name of my book character and what do you mean by werewolves? Stop joking with me." she laughed but he retained a serious face. "Werewolves my foot." she added.

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

Yet they all had one theme: destruction. Every one of these prophecies told of destruction. It didn’t matter what it was, destruction was at its end. Many had given up on the boy, escaping him rather than trying to help him. Yet one remained unmoved. There was one who strove to find a way to break the curse upon her nephew’s head. She was a goddess known for her cunning war strategies and great wit. Her name was Athena. Born of the Night with the insignia of the owl she was. She scoured the realms, searching for something that would give her a clue as to what could overturn her nephew’s fate. And it led her back home – to the Olympian Archives. So she locked herself up, not eating or drinkin

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

Najera lists off her reasons. “You will not like the answer to any of those questions but the last one is the most important. My name is Typhon - The Father of All Monsters. Zeus and I have been locked in battle for millennia. He and the other Olympic Gods imprisoned me for attempting to kill Zeus and be crowned the Ruler of the Cosmos. After one of our battles, I took Zeus’ tendons and hid them. He convinced two others to distract me so that they could take Zeus’s Thunderbolts and tendons back. Once he had those, he defeated me and imprisoned me underneath Mount Etna. I was let out to kill a new young goddess and to imprison Eros, Gaia, and Rhea. Zeus sees the little goddess as a threat and

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.

Head held high. Unbroken. A representation of the red Luna. "History remembers her by many names." "The Red Luna." "The First Guardian." "The Moon's Chosen." The image shifts once more. The woman now stands at the edge of an uncharted wilderness. "When her people needed hope, she ventured beyond the known borders of Lyvros." Another image appears. Ancient forests. Mountain ranges. Unknown lands. "In search of allies." "In search of knowledge." "In search of a way to end a war that had already consumed generations."