Greek Goddesses Hestia Novels & Stories

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

If she were being honest, Francesca still could not bring herself to fully trust Veronica. "Well, whatever." Veronica said, "Anyway, aside from Selene, there is also the goddess Artemis, Zeus' daughter. She's the one who drives the moon chariot, connecting the heavens to the Earth, bringing the light of the moon to the humans, and all that. Then there's Hecate, the moon goddess of the underworld. I mentioned her to you before." "Yes," Francesca said, but she was only half-listening. She was still waiting for Tristan to show up. "So, that's all? You’re not keeping any more secrets from me, aren’t you? I’ll be able to come back to Tristan."

The ancient stranger who brought me here frowned and said, "You have to stop calling yourself that. I do believe that you’re made for power. You cannot continue being called a name that was associated with the weak you. You're more than that. You're a queen, the one who fought for us." Okay, okay. At this point I was so confused. What queen? And I fought for them? I really needed explanation. The creature, the Goldren as the others call him, looked up, eyes gleaming with reverence. "My Queen, no matter which form you take, we will always recognise you. You are Erin, our creator, our goddess. We exist because of you." My breath caught. Creator? Goddess? ______ _The Red Moon Pack._ The dark sk

Ruby let out a heavy sigh. “We did, but Jessica thought maybe there was more to it than just framing her. These ancient goddesses had magic and power in their own right, and she thinks maybe they were legends born of extremely powerful witches. Or maybe they’re actual goddesses that we can appeal to for our own magical needs.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Who did she think you were associated with, then?” “There’s a goddess named Vesta who is associated with the home hearth and an eternal fire.”

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

"Or should I say, Selene? The name your mother knew was your true destiny." He knew my middle name. The name only my parents and Susan knew. The name from the prophecy. A fresh wave of dread washed over me. "Where am I?" I demanded, forcing my voice not to tremble. I tried to tap into the ice, the anger, anything to fuel me, but my connection to that power felt muted here, suppressed by the chilling energy of this place. "This is the heart of the Shattered Moon," he said, spreading his arms wide to encompass the chamber. "The true seat of the Goddess's power, long before your pack built its pretty little houses on her sacred land. You are home, vessel."

Hey readers! Hope everything is going fine? So I have to explain some things in the book to further clarify your reading. AGING OF GODDESSES In the course of the book, I mentioned that goddesses are not immortal. However, they have a very long life span. Mere scrapes cannot cause much harm to them or end their lives. They heal faster than an average magical being which means they heal way faster than humans.

Asher’s pov I opened my eyes to see the old house and I gulped loudly as I vaguely remembers the small hut. It was the same hut I visited with alpha. Hut of the witch, Hecate. Hecate, the trivia, the goddess, the most powerful witch and the god of the cosmos. She was the first to bestow her power to the witches. She granted these powers to humankind and later they were known as witches. She is the wife of the Hades and together she rule the underworld.

The boxes were organised, in a neat pile and easy to move. This is how Hestia’s mind is constructed. This is how her mind would be represented, this is how the inside of her mind would look like if we were to take a look. Neat, organised and disciplined, just like how Hestia is. Hestia is the ideal type— the one who everyone looks up to, everyone wants to move like her, everyone wants to think like her— everyone wants to be like her. And she upholds those standards just well and high, and she was able to satisfy those expectations thrown at her. Hestia rarely fails, she never fails.

“And let us see if there was a mistake that happened earlier.” “Why would I follow your order?” “I said,” Zarion's husky and steel voice echoed in the room, “call your fiancee and tell her to get her ass. Right. Now.” Alpha Brandon’s head turned upwards and I saw how his jaw clenched. Silence reverberated in the temple for as long as I can remember. I believe he was now calling her fiancee—or let me change that term—he was mind-linking Hestia to come here to the magnificent Moon Goddess’ Temple. It didn’t take any more time because a fairy-looking woman was sauntering towards our front; her glistening skin was as white as Snow White, complimenting the vibrant bloody red dress she was wearing