Blood Of Zeus Hecate Novels & Stories

Hecate was not just any name. In Greek mythology, she was the goddess of death. Why would Logan take a potion with the name of the goddess of death? I watched Morgana mix it with a little water. Could it be poison, isn't it? — Logan, why is this named Hecate, the Greek goddess of death? — Do you know who she is? This is really impressive. I could see Logan looking at me, and he didn't seem very eager to answer my question, probably because he knew I wouldn't accept his decision so easily.

There, she saw Lucius who was still moving but all of his body was bloodied and injured She saw her parents also bloodied with a knife pushed in deep on her father's stomach same with her mother. Upon seeing such scenario, she still wanted to deny the reality that they were all dead from the sudden attack from her family and she can't deny that the man that Grey was pointing had saved them from all that he could "H-he s-saved u-us all in h-here s-sister but h-he was t-the one who was b-badly hurt," "Shhhhhh,"

The putrid scent of burned skin fills my nose and I feel bile rising while I try to rip my arm away. Selene jumps up to her feet, her face struck in horror. “Hecate!” “Quiet. Let me work.” Hecate hisses and the embers in her eyes die out, getting replaced with an bright light that shines through the green. The pain on my forearm dissolves immediately and I look down.

This one flash of hope from the reprieve made the ordeal worse than ever. Along the way, she met the Danaïdes, who were the fifty daughters of the king of Argos. By the command of their father, who had been warned by the oracle that his son-in-law would bring his death, they killed all their husbands in one night. Their punishment in the Underworld was to fill with water a vessel full of holes - a never-ending and useless task. Persephone helped them fill the vessels and the water stayed unleaked. But these vessels would empty out as soon as she left.

Every eye turned toward her. Aethon slowly stood again despite blood staining silver armor. Then he looked directly at Eros. “You see it now,” he said quietly. Eros stared upward toward Freya with horror spreading across his face. Because the celestial marks burning across her body belonged only to one person. The forgotten goddess had fully awakened.

he said as his eyes lit up. “Go to him,” Zeus nudged the girl forward. Her hand clutched the side of her dress, as she moved closer, her scent becoming thick and overwhelming to the point that I could feel myself getting aroused which was weird. Suddenly, I rose to my feet and my hand swept to her neck, drawing her closer. The people gasped and her body tensed. A curse from her body swirled into my ear. “Desire becomes eternal, sixteen moons to summon death.” I pulled my hand away.

Zevran asked. “Remembering.” “Don’t touch—” Too late. Her fingertips brushed the liquid fire. The world vanished. ⸻ She was falling through memory—hers and not hers. Cities burning under silver rain. Wolves kneeling before witches. A young king lifting a blade shaped like a crescent moon. His face was Zevran’s, but younger, unscarred, eyes bright with awe instead of guilt. Behind him, Serane whispered: You will be her tether. You will keep her flame from consuming the world.

The three of us turned to her. "I also heard that the future Moon Goddess is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess and His Majesty’s stepfather," she added. Really? "I mean, everyone knows that, right?" she said, laughing nervously. No, I didn’t. "I’ve never heard about it before. So, the future Moon Goddess visiting the Lycan Realm is Vincent’s daughter?" I clarified. Jiya nodded. Oh, so Vincent gave up immortality to marry Charlotte. He must love her deeply.

His eyes darkened as he knew what was happening. “You all are dead” Zeus said coldly with a low voice to avoid waking up his woman. The bodyguards shivered slightly at their boss words and watched him carry Hazel upstairs. Zeus opened her room and smiled at the faint saint of her signature smell. He dropped her on the bed and contemplated on washing her, but at the end, he decide to allow her sleep as she did a good job. After successfully tucking her body in the duvet, he left the room and his expression changed to very serious one. ***************

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.