Novel & Cerita Hecate

I nodded, tears in my eyes, but truly comforted by her words. “Can I see him?” I ask her. Her face is pained for a second before she replies, “I’m sorry I don’t have a way to show you. Everything I see and feel is from within. It can’t be shared like that…” “I might have something,” a woman to her side says. She clears her throat. “I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?”

This time, it’s shaped like a waxing moon. “The right one is Hecate.” I turned to my side and found Nicole, wearing a pink trench coat under a purple outfit. A neon blinding orange scarf snaked around his neck. “The statues are based on the three lunar deities of Greek Mythology.” I surveyed Hecate’s statue. She is the only one who doesn’t hold a weapon. Instead, her right hand bears a torch while what seems like a snake slither around the Goddess’ neck. A sapphire waning moon shone above her head to where her crown is.

She lifted her eyes to the heavens and said, “Why didn’t the Goddess prevent such an abomination from being created? He makes a whole powerful sorceress like me so weak!” “Get a grip on yourself, Thelma. Yes, he’s a Dark Blood. But the goddess who made his kind is the same one who made the IVYs. If the history says an Ivy’s scent can still be picked, then surely that Dark Blood can be fished out as well. We just need to find a way.” “It sounds easy to say my Queen, but it’s not,” Thelma said, standing against my statement. “Any creature that comes from Goddess Hecate is nothing but bad news. You have only heard about the history of the Ivys but never faced one

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

The room is silent for a while, each of us trying to process all that we’ve just learned. “So when did they get here? And why didn’t the American covens stop them?” Lily asks. Citra sighs. “To explain that, I have to give a little background on our goddess, Hecate. She is closely related to your goddess, Selene, which is why she and Selene teamed up to get Nathan, Michael, and I out of the Meteoric Rise Pack. While Selene is the goddess of the moon, Hecate is considered the queen of the night. But Hecate is the three-faced goddess, meaning that she has three different aspects: the maiden, the

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the

I whispered, apologizing and bowing my head over again. "I am the goddess Hecate—the patron goddess of magic, witchcraft, and sorcery. I have the owner to guide and control the paths of life. The darkness, shadows bow to me..." I gasped, pressing my body into Julian as the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness, and then I saw shadows around. A shudder escapes me, and I murmur, "I didn't mean to offend her." The room suddenly flooded with light, and I yelped as I saw her in front of me, whereas Julian was where Jack was.

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the

The goddess murmured, tapping her chin. My eyes wandered to her hands, and I noticed some inklings in them. Or more like the symbols around the dungeon were on her hands. The more I gazed at them, the more it dawned on me, I wasn't in front of just any goddess, but the goddess Trivia, also known as Hecate! The goddess of witchcraft, crossroads, entranceways, night, light, magic, and necromancy! Perhaps there were other things she was the goddess of, but that was the only thing that could come to my mind as I stared at her in awe.