Trickster Goddesses Novels & Stories

She gave them 10 more generations of Timekeepers before their lineage would meet it's end. Azak said the Goddess was the Orisa, Oya. She helped the Goddess Hecate create the witch Timekeeper, then helped the Orisa Shango create the werelion Timekeeper. So, when the witch Timekeeper family attacked the werelions, she cursed them, only giving them 10 more generations before their line ceased to exist, & the witches with it. Apparently after Seline created the first werewolf Timekeeper it drained her of all her ethereal energy, so the other Gods & Goddesses started working together to create Timekeepers for the other species.

said Iris the Goddess of the rainbow and messenger of the Gods, as she felt tension building around the twins. "We didn't come down here to have a fight so you better shut your mouth Nemesis," said Hecate the Goddess of magic, crossroads, and ghosts, using a serious and threatening tone. "Tsk," Nemesis said then grinned. "I apologize for my sister's rudeness," said Tyche the Goddess of good luck and fortune, then smiled sweet. "It's okay," said Zyrene and forced a smile that made Klein suddenly looked at Zyrene for what she said. Klein would have objected when Zyrene gives Klein a warning look.

Zac groaned. "What is a Trickster?" Hunter asked, and I remembered when the situation with Max occurred. "A Trickster is a witch, but not all witches are Tricksters. Tricksters are cunning creatures and can't be trusted. The only thing they care about is what benefits them." Zac answered. "Then why would she come here and leave without gaining anything in return?" Hunter asked. "I have a feeling she came here to tell us about the prophecy for a reason. When we first heard about it, she said it was in her interest to ensure the prophecy came true. I don't know what she wants, but we can worry about that later."

“You foolish creatures who have no regard for trust and are full of envy will suffer at the hands of your own people, You who succumb to your desire to be superior will fall miserably, You will live in grief and sorrow caused by your own actions, You will hide in the night of darkness in fear of your predators, And you will rue the ailment of your mistakes, for decades, centuries even, until I deemed you worthy of trust again.” The goddess then looked at the state of the werewolves. “You poor child of the wilderness who puts trust and relationship above else, I will grant you my light which will guide your way at night. With my power in sight, you are the strongest and shall continue to be t

The Wasteland has been feared by many creatures of Moonland, since then, no one had dared to venture in this godforsaken land without passing through the dark river. She became the keeper of the third coin after he took it from Lord Andrie. From then on, the gods had punished her one so alluring beautiful face, turning her into the hideous horrible heartless creature of the dark but with her power, during the day, she could cloak her awful face with an enchantment that made her desirable to the opposite sex.

‘If he’s so capable, I dare him to break through the second layer and personally erect his teleport waypoint in the island owned by the Three Goddesses. One had to remember that the Three Goddesses of Island Ophir are the daughters of the Creator. It was said that they were born to a mortal woman, demigods in statuses at first. But after millennia of struggles to obtain the various Authorities scattered by their fathers in the wide universe that He created, they ascended to being actual high goddesses. There was no telling how their relationship with each other was now. But they were sisters who accompanied and fought alongside each other for thousands upon thousands of years. Against extern

For a goddess who was supposed to guide the gods and the people justice, truth and fairness she was quite the opposite of any of those qualities but Termla was determined to put an end to that. She tried to push past the people to get a little closer to the front, doing her best to ignore their hateful thoughts about the bent, old form she took. They took her as a beggar and treated her as such but in her real form, in her goddess form they pretended to love and worship her and pathetically seek her favors. The similarities in the evil and deceptive hearts of men and gods never ceased to amaze her. It was a case of the blind leading the blind.

You’d think being the most evil, most powerful being on the fucking planet would mean people stop trying to double-cross me. Hermes didn’t get that memo—I had to threaten his mates. Loki didn’t get it either—so I sacrificed his son Fenrir to the mutts, broom riders, and flying bitches. Those two are confirmed traitors. But we’ve had defectors too. Gods like Anansi, Kokopelli, and Sun Wukong? Gone. Just disappeared. Probably somewhere in the Underworld. But with the amount of shit Hades is juggling, we can’t track them. And Persephone? As fucking hot as she is, I don’t trust her. I’d fuck her if I could, but that’s as far as my trust goes.

When I mentioned Apate, he was stunned at the name, but he wasn't surprised. "She is the goddess of trickery. After hearing what Ramos had to say, I knew another being was in play. Hope she sheds light on this thing and equips us to push back because I have seen what those things can do. They can push us into extinction, and I believe that is why she sent you back." He said and kissed the top of my head.

Her hair was blood red and flowing behind her, her skin pale as sun bleached bone. “The triple goddess. Morrigan. Goddess of war, fate, and kings.” Rhys murmured behind me, his arms snaking around my waist. “One of the cool ones. She’s actually three goddesses who share one embodiment. Each have their own dedications, but together they are a whole new being.” I replied. “It’s been a long time since I saw a demon who looked as tasty as you, my lush little pheata. Come to my chamber.” He purred, nibbling my neck.