Blood Of Zeus Hecate Novels & Stories

Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder. “What happened?” I demanded. They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes. When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire. I reached for it and the metal seared my fingertips.

She put on some light makeup, then covered her neck that has some hickies that Hecate gave her. She put on her white heels and Hecate wore her black stiletto. The two of them got out of her room, then walked toward her father's office. As they walk hand in hand, Hecate is sweating bullets because she's gonna meet the king of Greece also Hestia's father. Hestia squeezed Hecate's hand to reassure her. After a few minutes, they arrived outside his office, and Hecate is becoming more nervous, good thing that Hestia is there to ground her.

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

The room is silent for a while, each of us trying to process all that we’ve just learned. “So when did they get here? And why didn’t the American covens stop them?” Lily asks. Citra sighs. “To explain that, I have to give a little background on our goddess, Hecate. She is closely related to your goddess, Selene, which is why she and Selene teamed up to get Nathan, Michael, and I out of the Meteoric Rise Pack. While Selene is the goddess of the moon, Hecate is considered the queen of the night. But Hecate is the three-faced goddess, meaning that she has three different aspects: the maiden, the mother, and the crone. The maiden cares for women in all shapes and forms: animal, human, or s

Without my beautiful Athena. I sat in my house, I refused to let anyone in; I had not slept properly for almost the past two weeks. Yes, almost two weeks ago my Athena was taken from me; she sacrificed herself and her life with me in order to save both packs, I had initially thought this to be selfish; but once my sister-in-law’s explained to me in detail what she had planned to do, not only did I admire my queen’s sacrifice; but I would not rest till I brought her home and killed James and completely destroyed the Night crawler pack. There was a knock on my door, and I did not bother to move from the air mattress, the door was unlocked, any intruder would be killed instantly. My mother and

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

As Selene, Venus, and Hera turned from their watch over the mortal realm, a subtle shift stirred the very fabric of the heavens. A thunderous pulse rolled through the gardens, not angry, but commanding, and moments later, Zeus himself appeared, a towering figure cloaked in the crackling energy of storms. His presence alone made the marble beneath them hum, his eagle-topped scepter gleaming in his hand. Following close behind him were two others... Astraea, the Goddess of Justice, her golden scales glinting with divine balance, and Hecate, the Goddess of Magic and Crossroads, her black robes swirling with shadows and stars.

Her father led Athena to the altar, and she stood next to him. “Take care of her boy. You know who I am. If you dare hurt her. I will have your head,” Damien warned Azazel, and the man nodded. “Yes. Sir,” he agreed like a little boy. Cleon stood next to her dad. “Don’t you dare hurt my, Theia,” he glared at the man, and Azazel inched closer to Cleon.

"Yes, child. You wish to save your mate, not so?" My jaw clenches and I bite the inside of my cheek. "If you have an offer to make, I suggest you get to it. Now." Her fingers slide from my arm, and they rise to tug at the collar of her voluminous gown. "Hekate is the enemy. You must never forget that. His actions resulted in the death of his mate. Had he not been cruel, had he not killed so many, he would not have earned a target on his back, and family.

This time, it’s shaped like a waxing moon. “The right one is Hecate.” I turned to my side and found Nicole, wearing a pink trench coat under a purple outfit. A neon blinding orange scarf snaked around his neck. “The statues are based on the three lunar deities of Greek Mythology.” I surveyed Hecate’s statue. She is the only one who doesn’t hold a weapon. Instead, her right hand bears a torch while what seems like a snake slither around the Goddess’ neck. A sapphire waning moon shone above her head to where her crown is.