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.

I breathed in the boreal breeze, and stumbled up. "Yes, Wotan, Freida, and I have met in the High Seat in Asgard and looked down upon Judecca – at the heart of Latinium, in Yis'rael of old, Eleleth has shed your father's body like a pupa, and emerged as a terrible haint. The dregs of fungus from which Eleleth blossomed in the noonday sun of Isaac are waging infections across the gods of Tuniska, Periland, the Orient, even across the Naiadis Sea to the Unktehi. You must cross the Seething Sea with your sisters, the Watermen, Heith, and Jarnja, with the Valkyrine Yolanda granting you safe passage, to meet with the Norse gods of the Northern Holds and Germania in Helheim, Hela's realm of blue d

"A Crossbreed!" The Dybbuk cowers in fear and immediately jump unto her to kill her. However, Aria is a wielder. Since the Dybbuk is a spirit, it was eaten by her magic. She went out of the wagon at once and blended with the dark elves as her power erases her trace. But before the Dybbuk was totally devoured by darkness, he was able to send a signal to the manticores. The manticores run wild and screams, "Karāsa nasala!", warning the village of the threat. Everyone went to panic and the village rains havoc and everything turns void...but--

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. .

A sweet smile settled on the woman's lips and a distant look glazed her amber eyes. "We must tread lightly. Any further assistance with any of them will shatter the line of fate. Even now it trembles just speaking about it." Hecate reached out her hand, the serpent coiling around her arm until it poised itself in front of her. She gazed into its void like eyes, delving into their abyss. Within those eyes, she can see the Light Witch leader reaching her final destination.

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

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province