Greek Goddesses Hestia Novels & Stories

"If male, Titus." "Dad, why Titus?" "Because Titus in Latin means fire." "What about women?" "If it's a girl, she will be named Hestia. It's a Greek name that means Goddess of Fire and Hearth." "Hestia ... it's beautiful." "Hestia ..." I whispered. Third person's POV: After Atacia whispered the name Hestia her back lit up. Everyone was dazzled by the light coming from her. When it disappeared, they had seen light reflecting from behind her hitting the wall. When they looked at it closely, they were amazed.

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

The Greeks even have the goddess Hestia as their patron regarding hearths and home and family. Hearth daughter simply means someone you consider a daughter, even if she’s not blood related to you. Someone you considered family regardless of them being just a friend or a neighbour.Thalia explained that to Rozelyn back when she was six years old when they were making eggnog near the fireplace during yuletide season. Well, at least Rozelyn has more than one mother so that she’ll have someone to lean on in times of catastrophe—just like today. “Uhmm, Thalia…”

Athena, the goddess of Wisdom. And the one person Leonidas was not sure he wanted to meet. His Patron, Hestia, the goddess of the Earth. All three goddesses sworn to remaining virgins for as long as they lived their immortals life. "I know it is hard to take in-" "Excuse me?" Leonidas repeated.

There was a woman covered in fire just like me. Was she my mother? "Don't keep me in suspense , what does the book say?" Noah asked. I took a deep breath reading the first sentence and the air left my body. I read the words out loud. "Hestia the goddess of fire was created to cause destruction to mankind." Was I a weapon just like her?

I held my knees tighter, trying to put as much distance as I could between myself and them. "Very clever." Mama said in a voice that wasn't hers. "Indeed. She is full of potential. Like you always bragged." Kara answered. In a voice that didn't sound like hers. "I'm Luna." Mama said. "Hestia." Kara replied. " We could not show you our real forms. It would upset a lot of things. Especially as you are not meant to be here." Luna, Goddess of the moon and Hestia, Goddess of Fire. How was that even possible?

But her greatest loss came as the death of her beloved to the harsh cold and ice destroying the land. Hestia was so devastated that she spent seven days and seven nights weeping on the barren ground, refusing to rise until the gods heard her plea. She ended up dying there, it was so sad, but Her sacrifice moved the gods deeply, and they decided to resurrect her, blessing her with the eternal flame. This flame gave her the power to heal the land and restore it to its former glory. From then on, a select few female followers of Hestia were gifted with this flame to use in times of great need, to cure the world of plagues and barrenness.

"I've composed a new piece for the dedication—blending mortal folk melodies with divine harmonies. Eirene will join me, and we've asked a choir of mortal children to sing the chorus. There's nothing more powerful than young voices singing of hope and possibility." Hera moved through the preparations with quiet grace, stopping to speak with each person she passed—asking after families, complimenting their work, sharing stories that made even the most nervous servants feel at ease. She wore a simple gown of deep green wool embroidered with olive branches, and her dark hair was woven with flowers from both mortal gardens and divine fields. "Every detail matters," she said to Hephaestus as she a

The woman beside her has natural red hair and she's wearing a simple white short dress finished with a white stiletto. "Hecate thanks again for letting me borrow one of your resorts." Skye stood up and hugged Hecate. I stood up as well. "Ohh and let me introduce you to my girlfriend, my sweet this is Hecate Asteria Cirillo, and her fiance the crown Princess of the house Astaril in Greece, Hestia Katana Astaril." My eyes went wide after hearing what Skye said. Hestia rolled her eyes. I nod then spoke.