Hecate Personality Novels & Stories

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

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.”

Celine blinks, “So, not a bad influence on the world then. How is she asleep then?” She looks up at Luna, “Or is it not sleep?” Luna sighs, “It’s not sleep as you would understand it, but it is the closest description to what is happening to her.” Celine nods, “The truth is I don’t know why she’s still like this. She has been in this state for a long time now, and people who have seen her confuse her with Hecate. Goddess of the new moon, the underworld, and witchcraft.” Celine furrows her brows, tilting her head in confusion,

Aside from her particular name and her uncanny resemblance to her. He met Hecate's gaze again. "One word," he bargained, driven by that desperate need to know. To have his own answers. He would fill in the gaps. He was the smartest of them all. Hecate's glow dimmed, her voice softening as she pleaded, "Uncle, please. I cannot," She was aware of his cunningness. One word was all that he needed to uncover it all. He was the god of war. The absolute master of strategy. The ultimate puzzle-solver.

"What is that supposed to mean? She gave me a second chance. She told me to protect you—" "Hecate," he muttered. "Her name is Hecate. The sister of the Moon Goddess. The Goddess of Witches." He paused, his fingers gently patting my head. "She has the power to control the past, present, and future. So if you have experienced a life before… it means you aren’t lying." Silence fell between us. I remained frozen in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. It was loud. Almost frantic. Was my father… afraid?

“They are the Moon Triad, composed of Artemis, the virgin goddess of the crescent moon, mother of human souls; Selene, the goddess of the full moon and our actual mother, since it was she who created the wolves, therefore, she is our protector; and Hecate, goddess of the waning moon, wisdom, mother of witches, and mother of Lycans. “Oh, my goddess!” “Hecate caused the coma because she needed to cast a spell on me, as Aika was remembering a lot of her past life. Hecate explained that if Aika continued to remember, we could not get the true potential of our power. Part of the balance of my power is my mates.” “Excuse me honey, did you say mates?” “That’s right, mom. Mates. Eric is one of them.

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

the warlock said confidently, eliciting gasps from the two bears in the room, while John looked at the man, confused: was the name supposed to tell him something? "Is that as in the descendant of Hecate's firstborn?" Carla asked, her tone curious. Zion confirmed the statement with a smirk and a low blow, "Oh, look at her brain finally shining true," which prompted an angry growl from the woman. "So you see why we need to get him trained," Zion said to no one in particular, then, while looking at John directly, added, "You, my boy, have Hecate's blood running in your veins. I am sure that you know who she is—she is also known in the human world. You must have studied the deities?"

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.

The whole place looks scary and weird, I thrived, but I maintained my posture as my mother spares me a glance. At the entrance of the cave, the face of mother Shipton was engraved on it, the mother of all witches. A good friend of Selena the mother of werewolves, Queen Shipton was also called Aradia meaning queen of witches. Turning to my left, Hecate was also engraved on the wall. The chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, she is a great goddess capable of both good and evil. She was associated with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts.