The Goddess Of Revenge Novelas e Histórias

“Thank you. Regardless, I’ll let Arthur tell you about his discovery.” The British scholar cleared his throat. “Right, then. After an extensive search of all major world religions, I may have found the name of our culprit. In the Hindu religion, they believe in a goddess who is over death and destruction. She’s a very interesting individual in lore. Very lethal; very temperamental. The goddess’s name is Kali.” “So, this . . . girl is named after a goddess?” Eliza wanted to know. “Precisely,” confirmed Arthur.

, Venus said, striding towards Tiana and Jessica. “ Is that a threat? Try better than that you she devil!” Tiana barked back. Straining her voice to sound louder and more confident that she felt. “ She devil?” Venus asked amused. Tiana didn't retort even as the goddess doubled over and laughed. “ Call me anything you like. But remember this, I'm the goddess of war among all my other attributes. What I'm doing is gaining alliances for you and your tragic future.

“Why ‘Hekate’? Why did you choose that as your codename?” Yuri sighed. “Why indeed?” she muttered, drawing circles in the sand by her right foot. “Hekate is the Greek Goddess of the Night. Thus, she is known as the Goddess of Witchcraft or the Goddess of Vengeance. That’s why I choose ‘Hekate’ as my codename.” Yuri sighed, tilting her head backwards to see the moon in the sky.

Hey readers! Hope everything is going fine? So I have to explain some things in the book to further clarify your reading. AGING OF GODDESSES In the course of the book, I mentioned that goddesses are not immortal. However, they have a very long life span. Mere scrapes cannot cause much harm to them or end their lives. They heal faster than an average magical being which means they heal way faster than humans.

Meanwhile, their gazes toward Arnold and Elaine were filled with unadulterated contempt and anger. Arnold staggered slightly, almost unable to stand. He pointed at my phone and hysterically screamed, "Nonsense! You hired someone to stage this! You'll stop at nothing for revenge, Whitney!" Elaine snapped back to her senses and started crying in his arms. "I knew she won't let us off, Arnold. She's trying to ruin us and Linda!" I coldly watched their act, unbothered to even speak. Their excuses were pointless when the facts were right in front of everyone.

They were witches after all; very tricky. A tear finally slid down her cheek. She could have brought chaos into their realm out of selfish desire. The goddess simply saved her children from her. A newfound guilt latched on to her. "I know you will not stop until you get what you want, Zainne. I did it for the best of my children, for you," the goddess reprimanded her. She hated to admit it, but she was sorry, and that guilt was slowly eating her. The moon goddess understands her pressure. Fury, hatred, and vengeance can drive someone to grave desperation, forgiveness was becoming unknown and unacceptable, and Zainne became the perfect example.

It was her. But not the young, innocent version from before. Not even a reflection. This Aria was older. Colder. Wearing a crown of bones and blood. Her eyes glowed red, her aura thick with power. She smiled wickedly. “I am what you were always meant to become. The Goddess of Wrath. The one who burns the worlds to ash.” Aria’s breath caught. “No… that’s not me.” The other Aria tilted her head. “Isn’t it? You’ve killed, you’ve cursed, you’ve loved with madness. You think forgiveness changes that?”

And then she leaned down and whispered with a taunting voice, “that's how many times I've succeeded in killing you, this one won't be different.” “If I must die to end this, then I will. But you are supposed to be a deity, a life giver and a protector but you have turned yourself into a war goddess, one who takes the lives of her children. Look how far you have fallen just to exact a revenge plan that none of those whom you murder even knew the cause of,” I shot out and for an instant, her eyes showed an emotion I never thought possible. I saw remorse and acknowledgement and I felt hope light up in my chest but when I opened my lips next to speak, it lodged in my throat as something burned i

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"