Greek Goddesses Hebe Novels & Stories

"You've always been very interested in what Hecate is up to, haven't you? I'm sure not knowing these past three years would have killed you, had you not been immortal." Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. I recall, and although I can't explain it, my nose wrinkles distastefully at the sight of her, and my heart tugs with something akin to dislike. Aphrodite tilts her head back and laughs sweetly, though I have a feeling she's anything but. "Oh, on the contrary, Hera. I must say, it's been lovely having Ares warm my bed these past few years. You don't mind, do you, Hecate?" She adds innocently, her eyes wide. "I know things ended on a...sour note with you two, but I hope there's no hard feelings."

He looked at her the way a man looks at some old ornament he has tired of but cannot quite bring himself to throw away. “Semele, she is dead,” he said. “Stop tormenting yourself.” “I have already raised her to the rank of nymph. I have kept a place for her on the Isles of the Blessed. I gave her the best of everything. Hebe lived in a side hall while she breathed; in death she sleeps among the blessed. What more could you want?”

The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods. In the hallowed halls of Olympus, Zeus looked down from his throne at the weeping, prostrate Cassandra, then to the dark, thunderous expression on Apollo's face. "Apollo," Zeus's voice rumbled, "the laws of the divine cannot be defied. A sacred bloodline must not be cast aside or born in shame. You will marry her. You will give this child a name and a legitimate place." Hearing this, a look of ecstatic triumph flashed in Cassandra’s eyes.

Not today. I closed my eyes. "Nathan, she possesses the power of the Moon Goddess. She needs to be inside right now!" His eyelids flickered for a second and he glanced at her. "No way!" He shook his head. "She's the moon wolf?!" He pointed at her. "Yes listen, Nathan—" "Are you stupid? I thought you were bringing in strays again, but you brought this dangerous hybrid to our doorstep?!" The veins at his neck bulged, threatening to tear out of his flesh.

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.

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the Graysons' cellar as well as the

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

I was busy looking around when someone talked behind me. "Hello princess" Someone said. I turned around and I saw a 4 beautiful woman and a 2 handsome man. "Thank you for the compliment princess" Said the guy with a black hair. "Welcome to Arcadia the world of Gods and Goddesses. I'm Ether the Goddess of Earth Element" Said the woman who's wearing a green long dress. "I'm Aqua, goddess of Water" Said the woman wearing a blue long dress. "I'm Aira, goddess of Air" Said the woman wearing a gray long dress.

She beamed proudly. All the young women talked to Damen for what seemed like an eternity. Then there were Oceanides. "Their name has the ocean in it but they have nothing to do with the seas unless we have parties of course; they are the nymphs of freshwater; daughters of Oceanus and Tethys." "Is Poseidon going to be here? "Nah, he only attends major religious festivals and is busy the rest of the time. Pontus and Thalassa are barely here as well."

Far as I'm concerned, Oracles only cause trouble. "Short of asking The Zeus, they're the closest beings to omnipresent in Olympus." she shrugged. "I'm not asking The Zeus. He wouldn't come here or reply if I wrote to him. He only cares for his daughters, Lady Persephone and Lady Natasia, great-great-granddaughter Lady Faith, and great-great-grandson Dio. And maybe Lord Eros." I sighed. Dio can call me family all he likes but The Zeus will never see me that way.