Hecate Flowers Novels & Stories

He will dry that witch's blood and savor every drop of it to compensate for what she did to him. Meanwhile, inside the elegant room, Celestine suddenly opens her eyes. Her eyes widely opened when she realized that she was not inside her room. Then a flashback of what happened before she passed out entered her mind. A vampire shows up in front of her. A vampire manages to get in their house despite that they have big dogs as their guards so they will know once there is someone inside their yard.

I didn’t feel like I was in the Silver Moon pack, the forest seemed different. Up ahead were a bed of flowers. As I paced closer towards them, I discovered an open field with hundreds—no thousands—of stunning white flowers. I plucked one, admired its beauty, and indulged in its beautifully strong, lemony scent. Ipomoea alba (moon flower), I remembered coming across this flower during my research for the herbs used in witchcraft. I loved how they blossomed in the afternoon and lasted only through the night. They reminded me of my comfort of being awake at night, feeling like my mind was clearer when I was in the presence of the moon. ‘There she is!’ I heard the female spirit scream.

That was a huge fucking thing right there that a goddess essentially bowed to them. “I am Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, the one responsible for the creation of the vampire species. I felt that it was past time for everyone to hear the truth about your species. Originally, vampires were created to protect the vulnerable, the innocents that other species harmed without regard. Unfortunately, that became tainted by those who sought power. To fix this, I sought the most worthy of vampires and found a pair of fated beloveds, knowing that they would be able to help restore the balance. They were the very first Precoza rulers. Many years ago, I personally chose your Queen, Imeela Precoza, as my war

The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably. “Clara…” I turned in surprise at the sound of Lucas’s voice. I watched as he approached, a vibrant bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms. I stood frozen as he placed the flowers atop my gravestone. He sighed quietly. For a moment, I feared he could see me. His eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot with exhaustion. Stubble lined his jaw, and no emotion appeared in his gaze. I glanced at the bouquet and laughed softly. “Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

“If she is, we would already know. There is no one that hasn’t been gifted by either the Moonflower or the Blood Rose that cannot be detected by our radar. I cannot also say that she is a heathen because heathens are wholly damned pathetic.” “Heathens. The witches who didn't prefer to be called witches and chose to be known as Heathens rather than their actual nature?” Hemera nodded. Her lace underwear was now on the lustrous floor. When his gaze lingered on her breasts, gleaming with moonbeam, his expression turned ravishing and thirsty. Then his gaze slid lower. Lower. And when it lingered on the apex of her thighs, his baby blue eyes sparkled. “Are you going to just gawk at me all night?”

Calliyah elaborated, “In addition to its calming aroma, the Enchanted Moonflower is believed to possess healing properties. Its petals, when carefully harvested under the full moon, can be used in potions and remedies to treat wounds and ailments, making it a valuable resource in werewolf communities.” “However,” Esmeray interjected, “the Enchanted Moonflower is incredibly rare and difficult to find. It is said to grow in secluded and hidden locations, often deep within enchanted forests or atop remote mountain peaks. Its elusiveness adds to its mystique, as many have sought to find this elusive flower but few have succeeded.”

Moona and Hecate are like two pieces cut from the same cloth, they are alike in so many ways yet different in so others. While Moona have a caring approach and compassion, Hecate was crazy and somewhat harsh or maybe cruel on the bottom line. Her eyes wandered across the room and settled on the floor, my offering for her. Hecate is not easy one to lure just by flowers or pleasantries, she needs something specific, something forged in the fire of sacrifice.

Hecate smiled, pulling her hand away from his cheek. “Something about this bloodline that gives me chills. I pray the offspring from this line continues to produce such a rare breed amongst men.” Hecate brushed her hands together, coming back to me. “Let’s get this started, then.” Hecate pulled me from Creed’s arms and another woman walked up in a pale pink robe. “Gah, you are so dramatic, Hecate.” The woman had long, flowing blonde hair pinned up to the side to show her flawless face. “I mean geez, you knew he was going to say no to a second chance.”

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.

She picked out a bouquet of carnations—they symbolized love and blessings for a mother. The florist asked her to wait for a moment, so she sat down. As she turned her head, she spotted Hector. He was here to buy flowers too? Was he also going to visit their mother’s grave? Because Autumn was seated further inside, partially hidden behind a display of bouquets, Hector didn’t notice her right away. He stepped in, holding a box of mango cake, and said to the florist, “Could you wrap a bouquet for my sister, please? Thank you.”