Greek Myths Hestia Novels & Stories

"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."

She put on some light makeup, then covered her neck that has some hickies that Hecate gave her. She put on her white heels and Hecate wore her black stiletto. The two of them got out of her room, then walked toward her father's office. As they walk hand in hand, Hecate is sweating bullets because she's gonna meet the king of Greece also Hestia's father. Hestia squeezed Hecate's hand to reassure her. After a few minutes, they arrived outside his office, and Hecate is becoming more nervous, good thing that Hestia is there to ground her.

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.”

She asked again. My gaze pierced ayuy and was still waiting for her to continue, but she tore her gaze away from me and looked behind her, avoiding my questioning eyes. "She's inside." Ayu replied and took the clothes that Nami's holding and gave it to me but I didn't take it and held her hand instead. "Hera is what?" I asked again. "She's the missing daughter of the Deity. Hera is the divine one." Ivana said. "What?" I asked again, as if I didn't hear it right.

It didn’t take me long to plan the trip to the Underworld. She may not have said it, but I knew Ismene-Eirene was nervous about this trip. I can’t blame her. She’s met various council members, but Hades isn’t part of the council. He’s something entirely different. I think Hades may be more feared in Olympus than I am, and I’m the one prophesied to destroy it.

Xavier simply said and sipped his wine quietly. His face gave nothing away , making it really hard to guess what he was thinking... Godvric did as he was told and kept his eyes on the mobile phone.. "The first item up for bidding is an ancient Greek totem.." the voice of the host could be heard everywhere and they began bidding with their pads.. The first item was taken by the prime minister of Greece... "The next item is the famous portrait of the Sanzu river painted by the Shin Ha-ri.. we're gonna start with 1million for this. " The host announced and glanced at the private booth...

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.

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

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.

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.