Hecate Personality Novels & Stories

Her smile comforted me. “You must be Luka,” she said as we poured out of the car. “Yes…and you must be the…” “Witch?” She winked. “I like to think of myself as a healer. A channeler and medium, too. But ‘witch’ suits me fine. My name is Hecate. And you, you must be Caleb. It’s an honor to work with you. I’ve heard great things.” Caleb shook her hand. “Thank you for seeing us so quickly.”

"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."

Every time we came in close contact, he would stir, I would dream, and I would wake up in places I didn't know, with absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before. It had not taken much for my father to figure it out. Having had the last priestess 'examine' me, she had come up with the same conclusion that no doubt damned King Hekate eons ago. I was evil. I should be killed before the thing within me completely took a hold of me. I should be put down. The Hekate resided in me, not as a being possessed, no. But as my other half. The flip side of the coin. My lycan.

AUDREY: I was outside with Zale. He had finally told me all that he could remember when he was younger. Just like mother had said, he was a fucking cunning and greedy bastard. The stars were shiner than usual, but there was only one that outshined the rest of them. It was all alone in a corner all by itself. I wondered why it didn't want to mingle with the rest of its kind. This was suddenly what I thought about Hecate. He was a god. Why was he out here in this world causing havoc and poisoning the minds of people. Why was he breaking homes?

She said confidently before turning to my sister to introduce herself for the first time we met. "By the way, I don't think I introduced myself properly. I'm Hecate and it's nice to meet you, chief healer Thea." When her somewhat cheerful voice rang out me and Thea looked at each other, surprised by her answer. "Hecate? As in-" "Queen of witches? Yes, definitely!" Before Thea could finish her question, Hecate chimed in to complete it and sat beside Eva as if nothing unusual happened here. 'Did I kept a freaking goddess imprisoned in MY dungeon for a fucking week? And did I just agreed to bet against a goddess?' As a cold shiver ran through my body I wondered in my mind involuntarily.

“Even since I was young, I have been having dreams where I have experienced worse things than this. Sometimes it’s dying, sometimes a miscarriage and sometimes rape…” I turned numb as horror churned my stomach. Could it be that she lived the lives of people who wielded the key core in her dreams? “That is why Hecate is overprotective of me. She senses danger and eliminates it right away. I never shared those dreams with anyone because I didn’t know how others would react. But when I faced such harassment, I lost all control. All my rage that had accumulated over all these years from those dreams came out on those three princes. I did nothing wrong, right? I was just protecting myself.”

[Hestia] "OHHH... HECATE!!" I screamed Hecate's name as she keeps eating my pssy nonstop. It's been my third orgasm and Hecate keeps eating me. Hecate is relentless. "Hecate... I can't..." I said and I can feel my legs getting weaker. I didn't know why I came here. It was a spur at the moment decision for me. I wasn't even sure that she lives here.

"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.

Vladya’s defiance hadn't just distracted her; his rejection of her bond had created a tear in the ritual’s fabric. "Stay behind me." Kaelor didn't wait. He didn't shift. He ran as a man, but his feet left black scorched marks on the marble. "You think a memory can stop the sun?" Hecate screamed. She turned away from the silver sphere, her hands dripping with Aradaa’s stolen power. "I am the daughter of the first night!" She threw a bolt of shadow-fire at Kaelor. He dove, rolling through a pile of rubble.

I asked, stepping inside. “Of course,” she said with a cold smile. “The pact is failing. That foolish man is dying.” “Can you break it?” “I can.” Hecate stood up and circled me slowly. “But the price is high.” “What is the price?” She stopped in front of me, her bottomless eyes staring into mine. “The price is simple,” she hissed. “You will enter his soul and erase yourself. Every memory. Every touch. Every single moment you shared.”