Greek Mythology Hestia Novels & Stories

“Are you a God?” “Better than a God. I’m a God and a Monster. I’m known as a Typhon and an enemy of Zeus. Wisdom is Zeus's granddaughter and mother of Chickpea. Everyone at Mount Olympus is talking about her. Don’t know what all the excitement is all about. Rumor is she killed Hestia. I don’t believe that for one second. Zeus killed Hestia to make others believe his granddaughter was powerful. How can a half-shifter and half-God become so powerful? She’s nothing more than a Demigod.” Tyon standing in front of Lucius. You want the surface. I want Mount Olympus.

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

after saying those words in one breath, Hestia sucked in cold air, desperately trying to catch her breath by trying to exhale but not too loudly for fear of having a person that was closest to her kin be disgusted at her unruly behaviour. Angelo pouted his small mouth as he circled his arms at Hades arms intimately, mumbling something under his breath but was still heard by the two girls that was particularly sensitive after having been told off that they might be a Yuri that still did not dare to come out of their comfort zone.

All pulled straight from ancient legends. “What’s Greek mythology, Uncle Handsome?” Summer asked, plopping down on the floor across from him. They sat cross-legged, facing each other like old friends. Artemis collapsed onto the sofa and started scrolling through her phone. “It’s the stories and gods of ancient Greece,” Apollo explained. “Your Grandpa Hades is named after the God of the Underworld. Your dad—Helios—is the God of the Sun. That’s why I thought you named her Summer.” Ah. That made sense. The Sun God and the hottest season—of course Apollo would connect the two. I’d never known Helios’s name had roots in mythology.

"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

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.”

They would somehow procure their bodies and do justice to them. As much as they were a bunch of backstabbing snitches, they went to great lengths to honour their dead. But they didn't deserve the right to honour Fiona, and I wasn't going to give it to them. I laid her carefully next to Peggy, making sure to close their eyes for them. "Hestia, maiden goddess of the hearth and home. Let your embers guide these souls to a glorious afterlife. And let their ashes soar through the sky, forever carried by the winds they enjoyed while they lived." I prayed as I stretched my hand out over Fiona and Peggy.

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 houses around me are getting bigger and more luxurious the more we ride up the mountain. Right before we reach the summit, Hermes steers Agape into a road that turns left. “You are meeting Hecate, Selene and Nix at Nix’ place, but I can’t follow you on the last road to Nix’ house. She banned me from the entire street after our last party. You take the next road to your right and keep riding until you see a silver and black gate, it’ll swing open when you approach. Agafya will wait for you until you are finished here and she will find me when you want to go home.” Hermes says, riding off into the sunset and throwing a kiss over his shoulder, leaving me guessing in who Nix and Hecate are.

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.