Witch Deity Novels & Stories

(Plural) Being : Supernatural Specie : Witches Role : Guards of Eregdrix 19) Name : Hades Being : Elder god God role : God of death and darkness Role : Destroyer and conqueror of realms Origin : Greek myths 20) Name : Gefion Being : New age goddess God role : BBP new age pantheon, Goddess of Magic II Role : Sister to Morgana (Goddess of Magic I and Second Sire to the witches bloodline. 21) Name : Morgana Le Fay Being : New age goddess God role : Goddess of magic I Role : Sister to Gefion and First Sire to the witches bloodline. Ancestor of Maria and witches of Eregdrix.

I am unable to think of anything now but him. - I don't want to hurt you- I murmur scared. I see his eyelids start to close so I pluck up my courage and start inserting the tweezers into the wound. I have no experience with this and that only increases my urge to finish now. The sound of the flesh sliding the metal inside it makes me gag and I can do nothing but cry like a baby when I see Azael squeeze his eyes tightly.- Sorry ...

And this time, Nieves has an idea of what she's going to receive, but as long as she keeps on living, she can still grant her dream. “As the creator. A spirit of every race. I made a contract with everyone that they will be cursed if they'll abandon their comrades,” the Deity powerfully enlightened Nieves. “If acquiring the peace of this world could be received by abandoning your comrades, I will shed my blood to do it,” a fear could still be foreseen, however, she strongly assumed. “You have a brave soul, but I still need to curse you,” the Deity decided. “As the ruler of this rule, I have now cursed you to become a dark elf and perceived as the dark witch by the people,” the Deity cursed.

The slight graze of contact allows dark magic to flood my spirit, balancing out the light. My feet plant firmly to the ground and I raise my arms above my head, letting the magic amplify my command. “Selene, Gracious Goddess of the Moon, Mother of all werewolves, Mother of the Menae, I call on you. Hecate, Merciful Goddess of Witchcraft, Mother of all witches, wizards, and warlocks, I call on you. Hades, Powerful God of the Dead, King of the Underworld, I call on you. Persephone, Prosperous Goddess of Spring and Nature, Queen of the Underworld, I call on you.”

She breaks down into hysterics again as I force the gag back in her mouth, “Now for the love of the goddesses, shut the fuck up.” “Witches don’t worship deities,” Samael says randomly. I look at him in confusion, “Ok, good to know, I guess?” “They worship the elements. Werewolves have one goddess, Selene. Yet, you’ve started referring to two a lot more recently.” “Well, before I get crowned, I have to be accepted by Nyx during the Ceremony of Night. I don’t exactly want her to reject me as the Dema queen, so now, I worship two goddesses,” I explain my reasoning, and his face splits into a smile.

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats à all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the truth o

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.

She scowls at him, “Good. Okay, so you’re my grandfather or whatever, and I’m a Phoenix. Crow is the Voodoo-Witch that sealed me when I was a baby, and is willing to remove the sigil once he has the supplies to do so. I’m a Demigoddess, I’m fucking divine?” She’s on a roll, and Sol puts a finger up, as if to ask to speak. She nods.

The creature let out an ear-splitting howl, its claws scraping the stone floor. Godiva raised her hand. “Wait. It’s not attacking.” She stepped closer, her courage unwavering. The wolf’s gaze fixed on her, unblinking. Slowly, she knelt and bowed her head. “I am Godiva, daughter of Selena, the Moon Goddess. I seek guidance from the Moon Goddess to protect my pack and halt the darkness.” The creature hesitated, then bowed its head in acknowledgment. The air shimmered around us, and its form dissolved into silvery light, revealing a staircase descending into the temple.

Dreadful icons were added to her pictograph completely changing her work while she continued with her chant, ignorant of the changes. "An oath shall be sworn here witnessed by Themis, Goddess of the Scale I shall attain all principles of Etheria And be the mistress of all evils of the 13 Hells! From the Seventh Palace, attended to by three great heralds of power, Come forth from the Throne of Slumber, Answer to the name of Rubisviel Althreya Fyaril, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest!"