Vampire Goddess Novels & Stories

Durga was silent below the surface, but Jaiyana felt her presence. “Jaiyana, the goddess reborn,” sneered an older vampire from across the table. “It was a pretty light show you made a few minutes ago.” Jaiyana felt the hair on her arms rise at his tone, the weight of every gaze pressing in on her. She turned slowly to meet his stare, her jewel pulsing faintly at her throat.

Looking entirely too pleased about something. “Did you have a good night?” “The goddess of all werewolves came to me in a dream.” One corner of her lips tipped up at me. “I know, she told me.” I was blinded by surprise. “The goddess spoke to you as well?” Nyssandra laughed, snorted, then giggled. “I’m an oracle. I talk to the Gods and Goddesses all the time. We’re friends.” She sat up. “Although they like to hold back information just to keep me on my toes.”

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

She had a sweet melodious voice, was she a singer? "Yes , I feel the connection but how do you feel the connection, what exactly are you?" Alaric looked around to ensure they were out of hearing ears. "I'm a vampire. You're a werewolf I assume?" 'A Vampire! A vampire!!Vampires exist?! How come she didn't know about this, does her father know? Vampires only existed in myths and were known to exist even before werewolves. Wait a minute , how old could he be? Andra kept thinking.

the goddess says, “We are here to see if this hybrid could be your mate. You’ve seen a glimpse of the future you could have, but it’s important to note there is darkness in Ryan’s heart. His past isn’t pretty.” Summoning all my bravery, I turn around and am immediately struck by the breathtaking sight before me. The ethereal moon goddess stands there, draped in a flowing white gown, her eyes sparkling with otherworldly radiance. Her hair cascades like strands of silk around her face, and her skin is light blue, making it obvious she isn’t human. Yet, despite this, I dare to speak my mind, “I know that Ryan has killed werewolves, but there are a lot of werewolves that have killed vampires.”

I watched in horror as her eyes turned black and glowed red just like Balan's. “You're a vampire?” I shouted in shock, she smiled and nodded. “I am both a werewolf and a vampire. See I am the goddess, or mother if you will, to werewolves and vampires. I am a hybrid, and they are all my creatures of the night. My wolves decided on the path of goodness and my vampires chose the path of evil. It was fun at first watching them break away from each other and lead different lives, but it has been the same now for centuries. It needs a shakeup and here you are, ta-da!” She said while jumping around again. I didn't want to think about anything, as I now knew, that she can hear my thoughts.

With a rough jerk, the vampire god attempts to drag Darby deeper into the battlefield as Jack and I collect and guardian our unconscious fae with the Horned God. Triumvirs, I am going after our Luna! Breaking off, Tessa wheels, nearly as agile as Lili’s fox, cutting through the dwindling vampires and crowding zombie hoards. She’s making good progress when the entire plaza is leveled, zombies, weres, even Jack and I with our charges, sheltering behind what remains of the pavilion, the percussive blast clearing a thirty foot radius around Darby and the vampire god. Inside my head, my wolf sinks slowly into a cowering crouch. Meet our Goddess. **

The words shimmered faintly, etched in a language I didn’t recognize—but she did. Her lips moved slowly as she read, her voice trembling. “Welcome… to the realm of the Vampire Goddess.” For a long moment, I just stared at her, the words echoing in my mind like thunder. A goddess? My kind had no gods. Not for millennia. “What did you say?” I asked, even though I’d heard it clear as day. She turned to me, her eyes glowing brighter than ever, that strange blue shot with silver. “That’s what it says, Azrael. The realm of the Vampire Goddess.”

And she was not alone. The Goddess closed her eyes, memories stirring like ashes. She had not been without allies, not even in her fall. Long ago, when she first descended into mortality, her people broken, her strength torn from her, she had been met not only with fear but with devotion. A kingdom in twilight, half-human, half-shadow, had knelt before her. The vampires.

His heart trembled with unbridled delight. “Lilith,” William whispered as he exhaled. Dozens, hundreds of thoughts flashed through his head, chaotically and madly, because the intensity of emotions that gripped the adviser did not allow him to think rationally. The Goddess of the Black Moon is a powerful creature from ancient legends, a resident of the Heavenly Palace. Goddess who gives strength to the primordial Darkness. Progenitor of vampires. William had never even thought that she really existed! I considered it superstition and tales of stupid romantics. But here she was, made of flesh and blood, standing opposite him and piercing him with her incredible dark gaze, which seemed to refl