Hecate Personality Novels & Stories

"Don't blame us. You're the one who went missing all on your own when you were a child. Isn't it normal that we don't have any affection for you?" Gerard covered Anna's eyes. "She's going to become really ugly, so we can't let her scare Anna." Then, together, they pushed me into the sea, watching as I sank slowly into the depths. Suddenly, a blood moon appeared above the sea, and the sound of countless beasts howled beneath its surface. The moment the disguise mask shattered, I heard my boss's familiar voice. "Back to work?" I nodded, before rising from the sea. My hair flowed like seawater, my features as delicately sculpted as a porcelain doll, not the fish head that they all expected.

she whispered under her breath gently. "Hecate won't help you and even if she tries, she knows better than to get in the way of the daughter of the Elven King. I'm the mother's spirit; she bows down to me. So save your prayers. " I snapped. It was Hecate's fault that I'm in this now. It was her hold on her children that corrupted their minds. she likes being worshiped and held high. She could have easily rejected the falsities of the mate bond, yet she let it get this far.

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

Vidar steps up next, handing her a single belladonna flower, which she places gently on the shroud. “This is the point in the ceremony where my witches would ask for my blessing,” Hecate says with a soft smile. “As the goddess of the crossroads, I guide all transitions—life, love, death, rebirth. I watched Nyx pass not into Summerland, but into Tartarus. She was calm. She knew she had fulfilled her purpose.” She pauses. “And I am also here for you. Because you are standing at a crossroads of your own. Grief. Love. Memory. Transformation. I will hold space for all of it. Because none of us truly die—we simply become something new.”

Her father’s body seemed to sag with relief. “After the soul transfer. I will stay for a while. Let you say really say goodbye to her.” I don’t think they know what to say to that. But they will when the time comes. “No one is to know about this. It has never happened in the past.” I told them both. Just before Hecate appeared. Her appearance can be alarming if you’re not used to seeing her. Hecate has dark hair and dark eyes. For supernatural occasions, which this is, Hecate wears dark clothes and a spiked headpiece. She looks like an evil witch.

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

Karmina asked. "The knowledge of the Werewolf King's spirit is known to us as elder Witches." Melonie explained. "Not all, but enough to know that he is a threat in this world. In all worlds." She shook her head. "Please, Karmina. Listen to reason. Listen to our Mother. To Hecate." "Hecate?" Karmina's gaze darkens as a twisted, sinister smile danced on her lips. "Hecate!" She tilted her head back and laughed.

He stared at the table to avoid eye-contact and continued. “Long time ago, I make a deal with the witch named Hecate. She was the head of her coven; you probably know by now it was none other than The Oracle.” I was naïve and stupid to think that they will help me. I trusted them and make a deal.” he said and balled his fists. His knuckles turned white. “Hecate was pure evil, she thought of herself as some goddess. They are hungry of power. They tricked me and when I knew that, it was already late, so I ran and didn’t completed my part of deal.”

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

Hecate was enraged. Baby Zetty’s face darkened. “How can there be such an unreasonable person?” Whitty said, “Baby Zetty, Hecate comes from a pitiful family background. That’s why she lacks a sense of security. She’s being so bossy and unreasonable just because she’s trying to search for the love that she didn’t receive in her childhood.” Baby Zetty said, “I must cure her illness.”