Hecate Flowers Novels & Stories

“Sure we could go for a walk if you want, I’d love to get some fresh air.” Henry didn’t say anything, he followed Anabel outside, they walkd down the stairs and into the forest. “I haven’t been to my home in a long time, I think Victor destroyed it.” She said looking at Henry. “I’ve grown to like weird places like this.” “It’s not a bad place, so you are from the human world?” Henry said walking ahead of her for a second. “You see this flower?” he said pointing to a purple flower. “This is the symbol of Hecta, she used to rein here. She made sure the demons were taken care of, we never had to worry about the Angels, she got so strong she made Victor out of her own soul.” He said shaking his

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

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.

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.

They were digging at the plot near the picket fence beside the golden nugget squashes. “Yes, just a bunch will you and do the cockscomb,” said the witch to her servant. “Herbie, get the cockscombs!” “Huh? Hee-hee-hee!” Herbie babbled, wondering what had been ordered by the goat-head. “The flowers shaped like a chicken’s comb– we can call it brain flower if we want brains,” said Siegfried. Although shaped like a chicken’s comb, the flowers were also called tornados as their blossoms were like a twisting storm cloud. These were planted everywhere around the garden. Helia had tea roses too at the entrance of her cavern kitchen. Pink, white and red roses blooming and climbing up the bluff.

I take in my surroundings at once to see that I’m in a garden-like cottage with trees and flowers scattered around. A healer must have lived here, I reason, plucking the flower the leaf came from and recognizing it at once. It’s Ghost Dahlia, a rare flower with healing powers. It’s said to be extinct, so what is it doing here? I pluck the dead-like flower, which blossoms into a beautiful yellow flower in my hands. Legend says it only blossoms for the pure-hearted, which warms my heart. “The moon goddess has come to our aid, and you must save me with the flower,” Bailey says, and I feel a pang in my chest. “I do not know how much time I have left, and the potion you took is just temporary,” s

“I’ve never even heard of it.” “Of course you have, aconite has many names throughout history, you might know it better as monkshood or wolf’s bane, a flower said in mythology to be the weakness of werewolves, or to have come from the drool of the Cerberus beast in Greek mythology. Though the Greeks also claim Hecate invented it,” she shrugs. “Wait, that’s a real plant?” He says in shock. My mother nods happily, “Much of mythology comes from real life. My favourite name for aconite is queen of poisons,” she smirks. Queen of Poisons should have been her codename. How badass would that be?

Raider exhaled, his chest pumping vigorously. “If you believe there are no animals in the wilderness, may I suggest you hit Lake Harmante?” Maybe you can pick up that lovely potion on your way back.” “You mean the Vela Harmento?” I raised my eyebrows, hoping he was talking about another thing. “Yes, the potion came from the Vela Harmento flower. The one thing that can save a dying mage and heal all sorts of magical wounds. I would need you to bring it to me.” Alpha Hector’s voice grew thicker, giving out a sense of superiority.

She looked up as they entered, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her face. "You brought the sacrifice," Seraphina said. "I brought a funeral," Kaelor replied. He raised the Lunar Dagger. The purple light from the blade filled the room, making the hybrids hiss and recoil. At the top of the throne, Queen Hecate sat. She wasn't a monster. She was beautiful. A woman with hair like spun silver and skin like moonlight. She looked down at them with a bored, indulgent expression. "Kaelor. My favorite disappointment." Hecate stood up. She wasn't walking; she was gliding. "And the little songbird. I see you've had your hatchling."

“The earth gives us form. And now, to the earth, we return her remains. Citra’s body will join the soil, but her spirit will continue on.” Arden steps forward, handing Hawk a bowl of water. Hawk sprinkles it over Citra. Then he takes a belladonna flower and lays it on her chest. “Hecate, Mother of us all, guide your daughter to the Summerland. May she find peace among our honored ancestors. Let our love carry her across the veil.” He walks to a torch and raises his hand. The flames leap higher. “Fire, we thank you for the passion she brought to life—the spark in her eyes, the energy in her step. May it return to you, to be born anew.”