Novelas y relatos de Hecate Crossroads

She simply placed a hand over her heart. "You took your time, Rose," she said. Her voice was like the wind through dry leaves. "I am Hecate. Your father sent word through the resonance before he passed." "How?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the tropical sun. "He was in a tank for twenty years." "The body is a vessel; the frequency is eternal," Hecate replied, her gaze shifting to the pods being unloaded by Leo’s automated drones. "So, the nursery has arrived. We have much work to do before the Vulture finds us."

reminded the gloomy demon to the aging Helia Baal. “I'd be devouring every human child– I will not be buried in darkness, Siegfried,” said the old witch with a grating laugh but had struggled to carry her wicker baskets full of twelve chickens. “The infrequent rainfall has weakened you, Helia Baal,” said the demon helping his mistress to lift over her shoulder the two cages that had been tied together to a sling. She agonized and had dropped the wicker cages to the seamless floor. “Bring out my philter then, Goat-Head,” said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle.

The head hazer along with his four scary generals were standing in the tent at the field. 45.. 46.. Noah felt his head spinning. He kept dragging his feet. 50.. 51.. He was feeling dizzy. His vision blurred. Dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. He was sweating from top to toe. His feet were aching and burning with the blisters. 63..64.... Jasper could see the faint spots of blood wherever Noah left his footstep. His heart was aching too. But discipline is discipline. He could tolerate anything but misbehave.

Who is Hecate? "Hecate is the goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts, and necromancy. These four she created are the first generation of witches. From them come all witches occupying the world today. It's been so many centuries, that no one knows how many are dead or still alive out of the four. Now be the judge– how easy do you think it is to get an ancient witch?" "I see..." I whisper without looking him in the eyes. Sneaking a peek at him under the veil of my thick lashes. Even if I didn't trust my parents, I should have trusted him at least. I acted rashly. I walked out of everyone.

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

Her eyelid twitches up, as she starts murmuring out some words. "Greetings Shipton mother of all witches and Hecate the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, I call upon you people as I thanked you two for your guidance in our various lives. Great women with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts……. "Hecate, the mother of the doorways, guides my door and protects me, and shuts off any door that will lead to my destruction……. Shipton, Aradia, and queen of all witches…..

Leo asked. I shook my head. “I want to see this alone.” Leo nodded in understanding and left the room. I took a deep breath and pressed the crystal to my forehead. Instantly, memories flooded my mind. Deep in the Alps, in a dark, gloomy cottage. The witch Hecate sat before a fire, her long hair as white as silver, her eyes as dark as an abyss. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked in a raspy voice. “This pact will consume half of your life force.”

the she-wolf spoke again, jogging lightly on her legs, "What are you— where are you going?" I followed closely behind her, "Stay quiet... And stay low," she instructed me, "Yeah— but can you at least tell me where you are going... I have been traveling with people and they too do not want to tell me where we are going," "I call upon Hecate... grant me your blessings, my goddesses," she closed her eyes, Hecate? I thought, who the hell is Hecate? Her eyes began to glow when she opened them and I was scared a little,

I told her. Hecate doesn’t acknowledge the family. She walks over to Annie. “Bless you, child.” She says as she dips her finger in an ointment and draws a cross on her forehead. “Your sacrifice allows a goddess to live.” Hecate draws a cross on Annie’s hands and feet. Before saying a complex chant.

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."