Danmachi Hestia Familia Novels & Stories

He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later. “Another subject you say?” Again, Bozo’s question drove a cold chill down Chimba’s features, and fright held him. But the man did not back down. He was curious, a curiosity that might send him to an early grave. “Hawk is not just a subject, dear Chimba,” Bozo breathed in, still trying to contain his anger. “His name is Maduka. Son of Obi, of the tribe of Obigwe, from the clan of Obigwenigwe and the true heir to the iron throne.”

A femal voice makes me jump and slam the fridge shut, turning to see a slightly older woman in a black uniform. “You didn’t need to do that. I-” I cut myself off, “I’m sorry, who are you?” “My name is Hestia,” The woman smiles, “Your new best friend. Would you like a proper tour?” I chew on my lip as I process her words, “My new best friend?” “Yes ma’am,” Hestia nods, shifting her weight onto her right leg, “Master Daniels has entrusted me with your wellbeing. I can cook and tell you anything you’d like to know.”

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

I awkwardly state, hoping they couldn't smell my arousal. I manage to slip Sage's hands off me, sending him a glare, to which he responds with a chuckle, focusing back on his food and leaving me aching for more. Fuck! Damn you, Sage Mickleson! "So Lyra, what do you have an interest in joining? I mean, you have been in this family for a while now, and" Sage's mom cuts Damien off and says, "Yes. Damien is right. What interest do you have? You are to join the company as well."

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

Nothing more than armor now. She forced herself to walk calmly through the estate, her head high, even as whispers trailed behind her like snakes in the grass. The council room door loomed ahead—massive, carved with the ancient symbol of the Moon Goddess. Blythe inhaled sharply, then pushed it open. Vito stood by the long table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Three council members sat stiffly nearby: Elder Moses, Lord Hadrian, and Lady Verona. Not one of them smiled.

It was better to reject it than regret it later. "I, Alpha Damien Stone of the Silver wood pack house, the Alpha Lunar of Laseria, reject Emberlynn Mae Evergreen as my Luna, my pack mate, and chosen mate; the Elders and all members present bear me witness," Damien said in a loud voice, scowling as Emberlynn opened her mouth agape, her eyes wide. Of course, she wasn't expecting him to reject her. She must have assumed he'd overlook the fact that she was one of his enemies and someone partly responsible for his misery.

That was the day he had promised to complete the task for Dante. "The Warchester family…" As he pondered over what the old man had told him, Liam squinted slightly. The task handed to him was simple. Go to the Warchester family and retrieve an item. Liam knew a bit about the Warchester family. Known as the 'King of Hestian Shipping', the Warchester family controlled more than half of Hestia's shipping business. Having dealt with many storms over the years, they had accumulated substantial wealth and influence, making them an undeniable giant. Even the Hill family could not compare to the Warchester family's status.

And the electricity is back, that's why I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then the three of us decided to go back to the backyard patio... As we were walking back, I heard Hestia screaming. "HECATE!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!! HECATE!! I NEED YOU!!! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!" Hestia screamed. Dread and fear consumed my whole body, and the three of us immediately ran toward the backyard. I look around and I can see Liam on top of Hestia, and Hestia is fighting Liam. "HESTIA!!"