The Goddess Of Revenge Novels & Stories

They stopped in their tracks turned their heads to me almost in unison, but remained silent, obviously thinking about what I just said. “If I remember correctly, Waltherra, Sanguineabyss Konneyard and Macabanthra are ruled by her twin sister Elantria. Elantria is an underworld necromancing fury, the embodiment of revenge and punishment for the cursed. They oversee Lacrimavliah jointly with Noosha. And Noosha is, as you probably know, Hades’ right hand, wife and queen of the underworld. She was created as a goddess of spring, birth, life, bloom, fauna, flora, harvest and nature. But with her abduction, rape and forced marriage to Hades, she also drew on some of his powers and became a goddess

she cut the call then leaned against the wall and cried. How could she do that? There were kids in that coven, yes, she was a kid too when her home was invaded and her parents killed but she is the Goddess, mother of creation, she is supposed to be forgiving and not revengeful. How could she? Tia cried hard but then she turned her emotions into anger and pushed the door to the meeting room hard making the door fly and hit hard on the wall.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

"He is a god, remember? With a snap of his fingers, they could have blood running down their noses and their hearts torn from their bodies." Melody cringed, clearly disturbed by my vivid description. "That would be a gruesome sight," she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself. Indeed, it would be. ¶•¶ Two days later, I found myself back home, immersed in the books within the library. There had to be some information about this Mavros character. Was it possible that only he sought revenge? His brother didn't seem capable of harm; he had an aura of gentleness. One thing was certain—the goddess was intricately involved in the impending destruction. She had been disobeyed, after all.

It bore no similarities to the crest of the other elder gods so she knew she wasn’t mistaken. Fury burned in her veins as she picked up the piece of silk memorizing the image of the black cat, staring back at her and what was painted as a shadow of the black cat, looking away from her. The longer she knelt in the balcony now stained with innocent blood, the stronger her rage grew. She wanted to get her revenge. She joked about it anytime they talked but Evander knew, deep down, she meant it. But no one has ever attempted to harm a god and lived to tell the story. Jane was living proof of that.

"I'm making a deal out of it because his idiot little brother is why I stayed home from school and fell off a ladder with a sprang ankle." "You have what?!" Her voice rose high-pitched while Rex said those words in shock. My sister looked down at the ankle wrapped in bandages, then she glared her eyes at Logan, and I felt him wince behind me. In Greek Mythology, Athena was the favorite daughter of Zeus, with no mother, and was born from Zeus's armor on his forehead, which describes her to be fierce and brave in battle. She is known to be the Goddess of many things, including war. My sister cannot take on Logan, who is practically half her size, but she isn't afraid to hit him for hurting her

“Fox, I thought that we should at least have some tacit understanding after being partners for so many years, but it seems that you still don’t know me at all.” She once stood at the top of the world overlooking the mountains and rivers. She once led a thousand armies to fight to the death on the battlefield. She once stood with her sword and used her body as a wall to stand in front of thousands of people. Even if the former Goddess of War was dead, and even if she was filled with grievances and injustices that could not be washed away, she would never bow her head to anyone even if she had to crawl all that way back to the capital city!

She stated. "You are the Goddess that holds all magic?" I asked slowly. "Yes. I mean they wanted to call me The Goddess of wisdom and creation which is dumb since there is already a God of dark wisdom and creation." She stated with annoyance. "Who is they?" I asked ignoring her last comment. "Hector The God of absolute light powers and Angel The Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control. They wanted me to fight against you." She stated. My brows furrowed because that could not be right. "I thought autumn was the Goddess of peaceful manipulation and control?" I asked genuinely curious in what she would say.

Surrendering my life to her. The goddess of destruction and chaos. The goddess of death.

' Alesia knew her, this woman was her friend without a doubt but she did have a tinge of a selfish side that Alesia couldn't help but find concerning. .... "Brisia how do you know of him exactly?" That's right. The woman now standing in front of Alesia was none other than Brisia the Goddess of betrayal and revenge, one of the gods of the four hells." "Oh I've known about him for roughly five years now." "And how precisely did you know of him?"