The Goddess Of Revenge 소설 & 이야기

Preppy blonds who pretended to be goth were more my type. "If they aren't, then perhaps I can?" She replied, her voice filled with lust as she walked toward me, sashaying her hips, crossing through my fire. This. This is how I destroy her. She's forgotten that my mother is Persephone, a goddess so pure that her power alone cleanses the world of winter and brings new life. A demon of pure darkness, one such as this Medusa, wouldn't be able to get past my shield.

"Why did I not think of this before, I am very wise." "And also setting the rocks to their rightful positions." Vala said. "But as wise as you are, you ought to know that there is still one more final piece remaining to open the veil. The veil appeared and disappeared which shows that there is still an unsolved puzzle remaining, unfortunately some dumbass lady who calls herself a goddess; probably stole the name, doesn't know it and she says she's wise, wise indeed." "Did you just insult me? Do you know who I am? I am the goddess of war, Ares sister, the dreaded god of war." Athena asked and didn't wait for Vala to reply before she shouted her war shout and rang towards Vala.

Lyndon asked her. "Actually, I was sent by the Goddess Aphrodite to the mortal world to protect the princess." "But I could clearly remember that we grew up together," Ana Mae curiously said. "It's because Goddess Hera , the Goddess of childbirth used her powers for me to be born as a mortal," she explained making everything clear to everyone.

who saved her and who killed her family. She has lost her identity and now, she was a nobody. She was a commoner but still surrounded by enemies and threats. Her only goal in life is to take revenge from the mastermind behind the planned murder of her family. On the other hand, he thinks she is dead and wants to take revenge from the mastermind behind that incident. Both of them, want to take revenge from the same person. Person they know nothing about. Irony is that they don't know who is the person sitting in front of them.

They heard the battle cry within her soul, and they would unite to help her seek her vengeance. No longer the ancient Vampire queen, she had returned, reborn, and now, she would stop at nothing to destroy those who had sent her to damnation, no matter what it took. Looking up at the stars above her in the night sky, she said aloud for all the world to hear, “I was once your queen. Now, I shall be your goddess. I shall reign for a thousand lifetimes. No one will escape the fear and chaos I shall bring in my wake. I am terror incarnate, and you shall call me Asteria!”

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

"Let me take a guess. Was your wife once a sacrifice for her villagers as a ritual for the prosperity of the village?" "Yes, exactly ...," Hugo's eyes widened, surprised to hear his guess hit the nail on the head. "You are right." "Then I'll continue to the next question. Who was the god or goddess that the village worshiped at that time?" "Goddess of prosperity, Áine." His eyes narrowed at once when he heard the name of the Celtic goddess he hated the most. One of the gods and goddesses who were selfish, proud, and enjoyed the humans who worshiped them. As if they were the ones who created all living things on this earth.

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,

"I am not fighting for Theon. I am not fighting for the Alpha Council. I am not fighting for the old ways. I am fighting for what is right. I am fighting for the prophecies. I am fighting for the Goddess." "The Goddess is a lie," Rhea spat out, her tone cold with rage. He stood before her at last, his eyes filled with a hard, cold determination she had never seen before. "The Goddess isn't a myth, Rhea. She is real. And she is upset. And she is coming after you. She is coming after all of us. And you lost. You lost this battle. You lost your loved ones. You lost your pack. And you lost me.". You have lost the one that you were fated to. The one that you were supposed to love. You have lost t

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.