Hecate Persona 5 Novels & Stories

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.

Bima is the academy's bottom-feeder with a useless magic attribute, obsessed only with learning healing arts to save his sick sister. He has no idea that the academy's golden boy, Kirill, is pathologically obsessed with him—and his 'useless' magic is actually the catalyst for a brewing magical disaster.

Francesca just stared at her, waiting patiently for the explanation. Gianna smirked, "My name is not Gianna. I’m Veronica Hermosa, an archdemoness of Hell." "What?" Francesca's brow furrowed. This sounded like a joke. But Gianna did not give her time to process it, just continued saying,"I’m a refugee from another universe. Don't ask why I became one, it's a long story. In any case, Hecate, the lunar goddess of the underworld here, helped me escape. She draws her power from you, too, as the mother of witches. That's why in return for her help, I need to make sure that you become Selene."

Unknown P. O. V Hector made every rogue leave the room. "Did you see anything Gia ".Hector asked impatiently. " Yes though I have not seen her face but only the eyes .she is his mate. This girl is the daughter of the tribrid and the soul inside her is the fifth daughter of Selene".

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Mutters erupt throughout the crowd upon hearing her statement and she stands tall waiting for the downpour of questions. “Are you certain he can take down the alpha?” A man in the crowd asks with a stoic expression. “He is the King of the underworld for a reason, Sampson,” Hecate says robing a cloak of seriousness. “How will he take on the Tribrid and his hybrid mate?” A woman asks with doubt prominent on her features. “In case you’ve forgotten Angeline, we are talking about an immortal being who is in charge of dead souls from all two realms, the supernatural and the human realm. I’m sure he is more than capable,” Hecate says stressing on his characteristics.

“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

The blue wave hadn’t just saved them—it had linked them all together. “An antenna for what?” June’s voice trembled. Hecate leaned in, close enough that June could smell her—old paper and storm clouds. “For me. Imagine a city where everyone moves as one. No crime, because there’s only one mind. My mind.” “No,” June gasped. “They’re people! They have families!” “They’re just containers for my power,” Hecate said. Leo whimpered. Hecate turned her gaze to him. “And this one… he’s the finest container of all. Pure blood.”

"We can sort of share memories, you see? Only if we were present, and they are presented from our point of view, but we can. Usually only with other Gods." My stomach flutters nervously at the thought, and I peer at her curiously. "You would be willing to do that?" "Of course." Hera nods, her eyes widening earnestly. "But, Hecate...the things you see, they may not all be pretty. I don't know what you are like now, but please keep in mind, you are the Goddess of Witchcraft...it may not all be pretty." I almost smile. I doubt very seriously many people consider being an assassin very pretty, either. "Understood." I reply softly after a moment, giving her a nod.

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."