Greek Witch Goddess Novels & Stories

He lands on his feet and starts running towards her again while the other wolves turn toward El and me. “El, stay back. You’ve been through enough today.” I shift and prepare to fight, marking the ground as they get closer. “A wolf protecting a witch, such a shame.” One wolf says. “Touch her, and we’ll snap your neck,” Silas growls. They bare their teeth before they run towards us. Then suddenly, a wolf with wings swoops down between wolves and us. Zeus? Why is she back? Then I see who’s on her back. I shift back to human, clench my jaw. I have yet to deal with him for what he did to El. He slips Zeus and runs between Noime and the wolf as Zeus shifts to her human form.

He asked with doubt, he had tried for so many years to lift the curse, he had even killed as many witches as he could when they failed him. “How?” “Not me, I know three witches who are extremely powerful, they are the oldest witches on earth, they will have a solution” “What witch are you talking about, I have never heard about them” he answered still having second thoughts that she might be tricking him. “The witches of Greece, they are the most powerful witches on earth and can help us lift the curse” She said firmly trying to not give him a chance to doubt her. “So summon them” he commanded, “I can’t do that, they live in the outskirts of Greece and we can only go to them” She said.

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,

“Okay, tell me in detail. What do you mean, there are three?” “They are the Moon Triad, composed of Artemis, the virgin goddess of the crescent moon, mother of human souls; Selene, the goddess of the full moon and our actual mother, since it was she who created the wolves, therefore, she is our protector; and Hecate, goddess of the waning moon, wisdom, mother of witches, and mother of Lycans. “Oh, my goddess!”

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

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

He gave his respect to that figure, the first rule that all supernatural beings must follow when a god or goddess descends from their throne in the heavens to the earth. The figure was more often known to Celtic witches as the goddess Mórrígan, the goddess of destiny and war for all living things on earth. The witches knew more about her as a goddess who often changed her form to a crow, as crows were synonymous with death. In fact, she could shape-shift into anything she wanted—including becoming someone else or a dragon just like him. “So, what do you want? You know, there is a payment that you have to give me if I grant your wish.”

"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."

Aphrodite came to know about the Greek witch Lady, Circe, the maiden who was first to obtain and control the hell's dark magic. The witch Lady desired more power. The darkness of hell was turning her dark from the inside. She wanted to obtain an ounce of the moon's pure light just to balance everything in her life. Or she thought she could do it without upsetting the Lord of hell. Aphrodite promised the witch Lady full protection and immunity against the lord of hell, Lucifer. But she forgot the fact that they were talking about the oldest gods and their children.

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.”