The Goddess Of Revenge の小説・ストーリー

"No, she is not her." The woman leaned back on her chair as she lifted her eyes and glanced at the man sitting in front of her. "Why you think it's not her?" "I am ninety percent sure, it's not the same girl. But you are right. She had been reincarnated to fulfill her destiny and so all the people around her." The woman smiled softly. She was wearing white which was giving a hint of blue. She was the goddess of giving life. "Today, I felt the same anger which I felt three hundred years ago."

They’re happy and clearly in love, and I realise with some irony that both my friends have ended up with women I once said I’ll make my lunas. Carlos tried to step down as Delta again but I shut it down once and for all. Making it clear that only I had the power to kick him off and I am not going to. Hera, the goddess who is revered, was the villain… it’s a confusing concept, but her selfishness and cruelty are not a secret even in myths. But to know she is on the side who wants the barrier gone, it begs the question… What of Zeus? Does he exist or does he go by another name? How much of mythology is right and how much is wrong? Answers I will find, one fucking way or another.

The Crone’s continued, "The Old Crone Goddess has led them to the Realm of the Dead." Jamie wiped some of the tears away with her sleeve and said "The Old Crone.. but, but...she is the Goddess of Revenge! Why would she do that?" The old woman rolled her eyes and said "What are they teaching you, youngsters, these days? I knew people were getting less intelligent, but seriously? The Old Crone Goddess is a High Goddess. She is the Goddess of Graveyards, Necromancy, and Mischief. Revenge falls into the mischief bit!" She gave Jamie a quick wink before continuing, "Being connected to death means she can, on occasion, guide souls on."

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Logan's mother was one of the people that pressed for me to be banished, if anything, she humiliated me. I was the one that was wronged and yet she raised a vengeance spirit for me! Wow! "Why would I tell you that?" She questioned and I raised a brow. "Are you kidding? If I complete the spell, you would neutralize and that's the end of your existence so I'm not pleading, I'm asking you to tell me who the hell you are." I screamed at the top of my voice and she folded her hands resignedly. "I'm Hera, the goddess of vengeance. Now get your hands off that." She motioned and I shook my head in disagreement.

The Goddess has reached out to her Dark Sister for Vengeance. Meadow’s words brought a small smile to my face. I knew who Dark Sister was, but not many did. She was the vengeful side of our beloved and gentle Moon Goddess. There was no escaping her once she took hold of your scent. She hunts until there are no more debts to be collected. “Then let's get out of here and learn more about our enemy to assist in this vengeance.” I felt the chill in my voice, sending a shiver down my spine.

she sneers from her position on her knees in the grass when Osric comes over and stands in front of her. "She's the Goddess of Death, a goddess to all. You and the witches made a huge mistake betraying your Gods and siding with Dagon. Draig, deal with this woman as you see fit, you deserve justice and revenge for your mate," Osric kneels in front of her making her eyes open wider. "You’re not just a lycan, you’re something more. What are you?" She whimpers and shakes her head as her entire body trembles. Everyone including me stares at Osric in shock as he shakes his head then growls.

She points at him and we all move back as Selene’s energy bursts forward. The Goddess of vengeance and wrath. Standing in her place. We drop to our knees and bow low to her. Our wolves submitting to their Goddess, not wanting to take her wrath. Selene is not only loving but is very vengeful and right now that vengeance is pointed at her brother.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

I am Kiena, the Goddess of Gallant and Retribution. Mother's blood was flowing inside me. Thus, I knew how to turn this tide.