Greek Mythology Hestia Novels & Stories

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road. The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks. "Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Hadiya asked, seeing me lost in my thoughts. This place is haunted in some way. Not the paranormal t

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

he said, "Just like his mother" he continued, "We are unfamiliar with her" she said, "Is that your third question?" He asked, "Second, you didn't mark the other one as the second" she retorted, He was bristling in anger, his moustache doing a movement like the cartoons, "She was ketolia, goddess of the dying" he answered, They even had a goddess of the dying, a very strange world indeed. jason had been watching the movement of his wrist, he seemed to be losing his grip on the staff, it won't be long,

Her voice sounded like dry leaves dancing on pavement. Lyra froze, her hand flying to the hunting knife at her belt. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" The old woman finally looked up. Her eyes weren't brown or blue. They were the same deep amber as Lyra’s, but they were clouded with age. "I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city."

"Well, I was telling Grey that mum is so hospitable and that if it was in greek mythology times, she'd probably be Zeus' favourite." "Okay? So where do I come in all this? Get to the killing part." I swallowed hard and looked at Grey who just kept on eating as if he hadn't said anything the whole time he was here. "Wait, is Zeus not the one who always cheats on that lady–what's her name, Helra?–with the mortals?" "Yes," I said with a stifled giggle. It didn't take long for my dad to piece the picture together. "Oh hell no! Sweety..!"

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

My cousin cocked his head to the side, understanding that he was missing something, but answered anyways. “The Moon Goddess, Slyersa, and Hecate are the primary three behind it. Why do you ask?” I explained to him what we had seen through the mirror shard. Once everything was laid out, both Caiathus, Dante, and my grandmother both mirrored my thoughts. The Goddess and our gods were origins that I knew very well. However, it was Hecate that I was not as familiar with. I excused myself right quick, popping over to my room here at the estate. I knew that I had books relating to nearly every main god in one way or another. Aha! I plucked it off the shelf and popped myself back over to everyone.

Her cloudy grey-white eyes settled on me almost immediately, sharp enough to make me straighten without meaning to. “This is Hestia,” Hera said. “Our healer.” Hestia gave me a small nod. “We’ve technically met already,” she said. I frowned. She moved toward the bed with a leather case in one hand. “Both times you’ve been unconscious,” she clarified. “Oh.” That explained it. Hera walked farther into the room and leaned against the wall while Hestia sat on the free side of the bed. “Give me your hand.” I hesitated before stretching it toward her. She wrapped two fingers around my wrist.

"Some of it is true. Other parts are wrong. Malice-filled words by an individual who is filled with nothing but hate and greed for power." "Yes, your father and I fell in love but our union was not cursed by Mother Gaia as she claimed. My sisters; Hekate, Hestia, Artemis, Athena and I are the balance keepers of the mortal world. In this essence, we were expected to stay pure and whole so that we can keep the scales aligned. We could rule without being influenced by earthly or upper realm desires. That is not to say that we were forbidden to find love. Mother Gaia wished nothing but happiness for her children. She wanted us to never be inhibited by the duties of Olympus. When I met Stefan, I