Hecate Crossroads Novels & Stories

"But I was wrong. It wasn’t a second chance—it was a curse. Hecate wanted my soul. But when I was killed by two certain people, she couldn’t take it." "You know about Hecate?" My eyes sharpened at the mention of the goddess of Darkness. She nodded, leaning back into her seat. "She seems to like you a lot," she mused. "Every time I’m near you, she appears to me. That’s why I keep fainting." Her words sent a chill down my spine. "Come to think of it, two other hybrid heirs have been killed by hunters recently," she added. "They’re trying to hunt you down."

"You are the one who killed her!" He grabbed his trident and smashed it on the ground. "I never want to see you again!" He turned and ran out of the temple without looking back. Zale looked at the broken trident. It looked just like their broken bond. On the other side, the High Priests met a worse fate. Hecate tried to go to the River Styx to find Kressa's soul pieces. But the God of the Underworld told her Kressa's dying wish: Never see the traitors again in any lifetime. Her soul pieces turned into starlight and would never return.

Beside her, two big black dogs with red eyes were staring at Endora. She gulped nervously and waited for that lady to speak. 'Am I dead? And that's why she is here to take me with her?' She wondered. "You're not dead," Endora heard a soft chuckle from that lady. "I apologize for not introducing myself. "I'm Hecate," she spoke. Endora kept staring at her, wondering who Hecate was. "Goddess of witchcraft," Hecate put pressure on her mind.

The bodyguards dragged me toward the pond in the center of the garden. They tied me up with thick rope and threw me onto a dilapidated old canopy boat rocking at the water's edge. Before I could even open my eyes properly, they flipped me over. Then a buzzing electric saw whirred to life and came straight for my finger. The searing pain made me scream. Soon, my blood began to stain the pigeon-blood ruby, giving it an eerie, sinister glow. "Tsk, looks like another fool is about to die." "She's such a pretty young girl, but she just had to be stubborn. Now look—Master Lucas won't let her off. At the very least, she'll lose a finger."

And that makes the guilt worse. The moment I step off the road and into the trees, the air changes. Colder. Heavier. Wrong. But I keep going. I recognize things from Raven’s visions, a crooked oak, a fallen log, a patch of moss shaped like a crescent moon. Things she wouldn’t notice because she didn’t grow up in Hallow’s Edge. But I did. And I know these woods better than anyone. “Drake?” I call softly. “Drake, can you hear me?”

I sat up and instinctively reached for the wound on my chest. "That's... impossible." The gash that should have been fatal was completely healed — as if the blade had never touched me. But the amethyst pendant had cracked down the middle. "Stop poking at it. You're fine. If it weren't for my charm, you'd be dead. And don't forget — you owe me. A lot." The Witch was at her usual station, tinkering with potions, the heavy scent of herbs filling the room.

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. .

She lifted her eyes to the moon, her already pale skin nearly blinding in the light. "There is a darkness lying in wait. It will bring destruction, chaos and pain to those that defy it." Hecate looked back at her as she approached her. Willow was torn between frozen in awe and fear to turn her gaze away from the beautiful deity. Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog.

She felt blessed to have gained his respect, his touch, and the quiet promise of a future they were only just beginning to articulate. But with great love came an equally terrifying capacity for ruin. Turning her face slightly toward the breaking silver light of the sky, Maeve closed her eyes and sent up a silent, desperate prayer. She did not call upon the chaotic elemental spirits or the blood-hungry deities of the hunt; instead, she reached deep within her ancestral knowledge to invoke Hecate, the ancient goddess of the crossroads, the guardian of the night, and the protector of souls traveling through the dark.

A reassuring smile was sent to me, her own little way of telling me without telling me that she had some general knowledge that Selene had tasked me with something. “The Goddess Hecate paid me a visit in relation to you. Your mother’s destiny and yours have some similarities. Hecate has always felt that she owed your mother. I might have freed her from the prison that Loki had her in, but Brynn destroyed Loki, the one who had tortured her for fifteen entire years. In honor of that, and in honor of your own destiny, Hecate will be bestowing her own blessing upon you while you sleep the night before you put your plan into action. It’ll give you additional stamina so that you can use your abili