Hecate Crossroads Novels & Stories

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."

He smirks, “Hecate.” She turns to Ash and Kai on the sofa and holds out her hand, “Pleased to meet you properly, I’m Hecate. Goddess of the underworlds, and the crossroads that lead the way to all afterlives. And a few other things, I have a side gig as the Witches’ Goddess too.” Kai and Ash shake her hand and bow their heads, it felt appropriate. She smiles at them. “Yes, I like you. I’m glad Sol vouched for her to be your Mates.” Kai blinks and looks at Sol. He’s rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Kai stands and bows deeply,

“Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?” “That’s canceled, Bran,” I teased, talking about the TV show. “C’mon, there’s no portal to hell in the Manor, or haven’t you met the Blotters? Do they seem demonic to you?” “Yeah, you’re right. But it can’t be a coincidence.” “Agree. Let’s check with Amy.” He raised a finger and I waited until he readied his camcorder to call the medium. “It’s a triad,” she said as soon as we finished explaining the situation to her. “Makes sense. And bet that if you connect the spots of the coordinates, they’ll form a six-point star on the land.”

Bulging vein muscles appeared in his forehead as he struggled to breathe. It didn’t take long for him to collapse right by my feet – dead. Hecate screamed with a red light emitting from around her body as she pointed her hands towards the Moon Goddess. It was a race between Patricia and Hecate in casting spell. Unlike Hecate, Patricia had already been chanting a spell to destroy the silver chains and free the Moon Goddess and Althea. A look of dismay and confusion crossed Hecate’s face when the red light pouring out faded as her hands trembled.

she responded, her voice coming from all directions. "What is this place?" I asked, looking around in confusion. "This is the realm of shadows," Hecate explained. "The place between light and dark. Your mind has a bridge to this realm, among others as you will discover in time." I felt a shiver run down my spine as Hecate's words echoed in my mind. The realm of shadows? It sounded both ominous and intriguing.

"I can feel him. He’s pushing against the veil. He wants to see the new world." "He’s not yours," Aradaa said. "He is everything I am." Hecate walked toward them. Each step left a frost-pattern on the glass floor. "He is the hunger of the wolf and the song of the Muse. He is the bridge I will walk across to escape this rotting world." "You aren't going anywhere." Kaelor lunged. Hecate didn't move. She didn't raise a hand. The floor between them simply vanished. Kaelor skidded to a halt, his boots hanging over a pit that dropped into the darkness of the dungeons below.

walked to Hades from behind. I placed my hand on his shoulder accepting my fate as his bride and queen. I saw Sheamus with a somber look on his face. I had a hard time believing we were going to be living together peacefully after this. I felt like he was signing his soul away, the soul of his pack to the devil himself. I couldn’t believe he was doing this for me! “Fucking shit! She really fucked me over!” “What is it?” I asked him when I saw him shaking in anger like he was staring at the moon like he was speaking with someone. “She said to leave her children alone, and do not tamper in her designated plans or she will banish me from this world! What’s worse is she called upon Hecate and Ar

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

The first witch’s cottage burned so hot that the river alongside it boiled, and all the frogs leapt like little green prayers. By the time the gods looked down—yes, plural, because tragedy has a way of uniting even deities who can’t agree on anything but dramatic entrances—the world had a smoke-ring around it. Selene stood on a cloud with her silver hair tangled in starlight and said, softly, “Enough.” Odin read a battlefield like a ledger and grunted something that meant the same. Hecate, who has a thousand keys and never once misplaces a door, considered the crossroads and the mortals’ messy hearts and decided that mercy would have to be engineered.