Hecate Flowers Novels & Stories

I quickly looked down and around the room, and found that I was sitting on the opulent marble floor in front of the triple Goddesses upon their thrones. Hecate sat on her throne, flanked by two large and muscular hounds. Her gaze was intense, piercing into my very being with her mesmerizing eyes that were a fiery crimson color. As she stared at me, a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, giving her a somewhat sinister appearance. As I gazed upon Isis, her pure white dress radiated with an otherworldly light, making it seem as if she was glowing from within. The sun-shaped crown on her head shone with such intensity that it was almost blinding, causing me to squint.

A combination of bay leaves, Agamon, sesame oil and Butrid seed, when mixed by a Hecate’s wheel Townsend provided the strongest protection against hexes. And that was not my only reason to doubt, there was also the part that, if that had been the queen… there were no text evidence saying she was a Townsend of Hecate’s wheel. Or maybe that was another mystery? Not all things are documented as Duchin had said before. I groaned once again and jumped to my feet. Since class was over, I could return to my room. Hilra was not supposed to be here until another hour and I do not think I could wait that long.

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

It wasn't ours to begin with! "As I was saying," Chayton continued, drawing my attention back to him. "My ancestors and the ones who lived in your land, exchanged many things, including knowledge on flowers. You already know about the blue one known as the Moonshade." Chayton bent down and plucked a white one from the weeds. "This white one is known as The Coral Flower. It has a high form of healing properties. Can cure anything under the sun, as long as it touches the skin or enters the bloodstream, it will heal anything. A root near a river or a place of water and it will multiply."

She kisses each of her handfasted males goodbye, then teleports us to her home—straight into her spell room. The cauldron already boils, and from the scent alone, I know what’s in it: rue, obsidian dust, crushed sulfur crystals, and garlic skins. Two other potions sit waiting on the table. These are powerful workings. For what purpose, I can only imagine. “Jamal, I need a few drops of your blood for this potion,” Hecate says calmly. “What this will do is make you my protector. If Lucifer—or any of his minions—can find us and get through all the wards, then you and Bella will be the last line of defense to protect this child.”

I asked, stepping inside. “Of course,” she said with a cold smile. “The pact is failing. That foolish man is dying.” “Can you break it?” “I can.” Hecate stood up and circled me slowly. “But the price is high.” “What is the price?” She stopped in front of me, her bottomless eyes staring into mine. “The price is simple,” she hissed. “You will enter his soul and erase yourself. Every memory. Every touch. Every single moment you shared.”

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

She questioned as she knew something was odd. “Those are flowers called Azzekeith. A witch’s favorite flower. It’s known to be one of the flower you’d found if you ever have the chance to go to Heaven,” he started his explanation. “Demons loves what they couldn’t have. Those flowers are one of it. But don’t mistaken it as something pretty. It’s a quick poison to kill.” “Then that child is in danger!” Belle gasped, quickly turning back wanting to stop the child from touching the flower for any longer but Leon had stopped her. “Why?” She whispered.

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov