Trickster Goddesses Novels & Stories

“What if we don’t try to stop Allison… but rather Nemesis? Is killing a Goddess something that is even possible? Has anyone done such a thing before?” Clarissa pursed her lip slightly as she thought about it. “…Killing a Goddess is technically possible,” she said. “My ancestor, Aria, accomplished such a thing, but… it had been against a Goddess utilising only a fraction of her power. Her name was Thea.” “Wait, I’ve heard you say that name before,” I said, trying to think back. “And didn’t Myra say that our abilities originated from her? That she was Selene’s mother?”

She was floating above ground, a presence of absolute power that seemed to register with something within me despite the pain that was still coursing through me. "This is her...the goddess who created us and breathed life into every werewolf. Luna, the moon goddess created children of the forest, a species born to keep the balance of the supernatural world. Helpers to the cause of her sister Hekate's children of magic. We were to live in peace and harmony, keeping each other and the mortals created by the Upper Olympian gods and goddesses safe from the dark creatures who saw them not as equals but as prey." The image shifted yet again, showcasing creatures with crimson red eyes prowling in t

“It's called the shroud or veil. It restricts powers at all levels.” “But you have full powers?” “Because the Moirai granted it.” Ana taps her finger on her glass, “I've heard that somewhere.” “The Greek goddesses of fate.” Ana gasps, “They exist!” “Yes, the gods and goddesses do exist but in a different realm. They only contact us when necessary.” “What are they?” she asks. “Hybrids, like Misha.” Ana gasps, “She's a goddess!” “Basically.” “Well, shit! Your Queen is a goddess.”

Kohn says, and I nod to encourage him. "Okay, here goes...Thousands of years ago, when the Gods were young and stupid, two sisters fell in love with two demi-gods. The sisters were named Anniki and Selene. The Night Goddess and the Moon Goddess. The demi-god's names were Lupin and Agana. The bastard sons of Erebus, God of Darkness. Anyways, the sisters fell in love and felt sorry for the bastard sons. The sons, however, didn't truly love the sisters. They were, in fact, faking their love. You see, they were using the sisters and their kind, naive natures. They wanted to live in Olympus with all the other gods, and they felt the sisters were going to be their ticket," Kohn explains before tak

Ruby let out a heavy sigh. “We did, but Jessica thought maybe there was more to it than just framing her. These ancient goddesses had magic and power in their own right, and she thinks maybe they were legends born of extremely powerful witches. Or maybe they’re actual goddesses that we can appeal to for our own magical needs.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Who did she think you were associated with, then?” “There’s a goddess named Vesta who is associated with the home hearth and an eternal fire.”

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

And although, the present generation of the lower class of Luna Kingdom had been riled up severally by their parents to fight back and save them from this brutality that the higher clan imposed on them even using their ancestors sacrifice as a catalyst, they stayed put. They weren't going to go against the beasts that could almost predict anything. That is to say that the wolves had very keen senses, their sight, hearing, smell, super fast reflexes and above all the use of magic that was bestowed upon them by a goddess made them invincible. So if they were to ambush them, just a slight snap of a twig and their heads would already be sent meters away from their bodies. Even they felt that the

Šauška was the 'sister goddess' of Ishara - together they formed Ishtar in later incarnations. I didn't believe Troika was here for any sister solidarity this time around. "Why did you do this? Start a war...is this your hatred of A****n culture shining through, trying to get us all killed in some global struggle against the other Secret Societies?" Hayden opened up with in an even tone. "No," I kept it succinct. They waited for more of an explanation. "Do you have anything you can say to defend your actions?" Troika glared. "I don't need to defend my actions," I regarded her as if she was of alien origin. "The actions speak for themselves."

“If Triquetras are formed by the moon goddess, the Morrigan, to survive a disaster, then Aislen and I are connected to your Triquetra for a purpose. Aislen, as a descendent of the gods and goddesses, and myself, as a vampire…” “What purpose?” Heath asked hopelessly. “What purpose has this all been for? If we are intended to breed and safeguard the next generation, why did the goddess let us waste five years? Why did she not bring you here, five years ago? Why, just as we finally reach a point where children are a possibility, would she then let the disaster happen before we actually conceive even a single heir? Why would she have mate-less Triquetras like the Point Crest Triquetra? Why…” Tal

Lachlan took her hand and the sparks flooded her body. "Yes, I'm sure. How did you get into that space inside the closet?" He asked gently. Nyx looked around at the others and suddenly remembered what happened. "I had used my powers to make myself invisible and was standing outside the room when a young woman showed up. At first, I thought she was the woman who had shown me my room. However, she wasn't. I'm not completely sure but I believe she was Eris. She's the goddess of discord who loves to cause chaos. She's like a chameleon and she can change her form as needed. I believe she made herself look like the young woman who works here." Nyx tried to stand but felt weak so Lachlan lifted her