Anime Hestia Novels & Stories

Brock whispers something incoherent in Syria's ear which made her nod and turn back to face me. "Sevika is the most powerful witch that's ever lived and she has only one goal; to please Zanicus, her master," she sighs. My brows furrowed. “Zanicus?” She nodded, placing her cup carefully back on the coaster. “His real name is Zanicus Delmon,” she continues.

My mate has a small, yet authoritative voice, yet as she spoke next she used the wind to bring her voice to every wolf surrounding us loud and clear. “Thank you for the show of respect. My name is Vynetta, I am, as you have already deduced, Luna. I am a descendant of the Earth Goddess herself, and an extension of the Moon Goddess. Today, we begin a new world order. You are the first of the wolves across the world to hear this news. You are the first to feel my aura and know my name and I am honored to be here with you.” She speaks gently and I can see the reverence in the eyes of the wolves watching her. Another elder wolf steps forward respectfully from the left side, as he speaks Italian r

"From now on, I'll be Silver Moon pack's Luna. I arranged all those paparazzi myself. Even if he regrets it, it's too late. Sage, I've endured this for years - if you hadn't met Marcus first, what chance would you have had?" I read through all this calmly and couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Cameron look up in concern. "Are you alright, Alpha heiress?" "I'm perfect," I said, still chuckling.

After Afro took a look at all the items that were on sale, he exclaimed, "Look at all the anti-bird items here! I'm telling you, the final boss must be some sort of seabird!" "Seems like whoever defeats that thing will get the reward for this scenario!" But at that point, none of them had enough coins to buy anything that would have been useful. More ironically, the highly-priced items were all the gifts that the Swans had discarded, the ones that I had tried to give them upon returning. The discomfort in my throat still hadn't faded. I took out my coins, planning to buy a digestive solution, but Anna's voice came from beside me. "Mom, Dad, I want to buy the Sea Maiden's Dress. This banquet

Her voice sounded like dry leaves dancing on pavement. Lyra froze, her hand flying to the hunting knife at her belt. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" The old woman finally looked up. Her eyes weren't brown or blue. They were the same deep amber as Lyra’s, but they were clouded with age. "I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city."

Then they began to gather around the two goddesses, greeting them with warm words. "Demeter, my dear sister, welcome back home!" one of the goddesses spoke. Her mother bowed to her. Persephone recognized the kind-looking woman as Hestia, the oldest sister of the Olympians. She was dressed in a simple dress and her throne was a plain wooden throne with a white woolen cushion. Although there were twelve gods, Persephone could only see eleven thrones in the room. Zeus rose from his seat and came towards her. His smile was dazzling and kind. His eyes were the color of the sky. He took her delicate hand in his and kissed it. Persephone greeted her father back with a bow.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

My pulse thundered in my ears, a rhythmic, violent beat. "She has no authority over medical triage," I snapped. "She is the future Luna of the Citadel—or so the staff believes," Hestia said with a bitter, toothless smile. "The other healers are terrified of her. I only made it because I’m technically off-duty today. I had to smuggle this kit out through the laundry chutes. If her guards catch me here, this old hide of mine will be the next thing on the tanning rack." I looked at Hestia’s gnarled, trembling hands as she tried to clean the yearling’s wounds, then at the rows of suffering men who would likely lose limbs, or lives, without proper neutralizing agents.

It was time. The world around us was crumbling. Everything we’d ever known lay in tatters around us; the future remained unknown. I took Ares’s hand and squeezed it; I took comfort in the callouses and the heat, and we walked over to the round table. “Nice table,” I commented, looking up at him through my lashes as we crossed the long room. He scratched at the stubble on his cheek. “It was actually Annia’s idea. Based on some legend from her pack. Some mythical Alpha who pulled a sword from a stone, or something – it sounded like a load of gibberish to me.”