Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

Especially if it hasn’t been taken care of properly. So, even though Persephone gave us some of the blankets and pillows from when he was in her palace, it isn’t especially helpful. Hecate’s still going to use them, but it likely won’t help all that much. She’s going to have to concentrate on her recollection of the vileness that she felt from him. To remember the oily feel of evil that his presence caused whenever he was around. And even though Hecate is the most powerful witch in the history of the world, she is looking for a specific evil inside the one place in the Underworld that holds the most evil in the entire world. It will literally be like look for a specific piece of straw in

He smirks, “Hecate.” She turns to Ash and Kai on the sofa and holds out her hand, “Pleased to meet you properly, I’m Hecate. Goddess of the underworlds, and the crossroads that lead the way to all afterlives. And a few other things, I have a side gig as the Witches’ Goddess too.” Kai and Ash shake her hand and bow their heads, it felt appropriate. She smiles at them. “Yes, I like you. I’m glad Sol vouched for her to be your Mates.” Kai blinks and looks at Sol. He’s rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Kai stands and bows deeply,

Just another thing pointing to all this really being my destiny. "Lastly, I am a descendant of the Goddess Hecate. Goddess of magic, witchcraft, rituals, ghosts, doorways and creatures of night, like hellhounds. I mostly work with rituals and magic though, but I can engage in some of the other things if I need to." she finishes. "Wow, okay. You guys really are a unique bunch." I comment, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Head feel like its going to explode yet?" she giggles, making me roll my eyes playfully.

I tried multiple times to get you pregnant, but a baby was never formed. Today, I want to confess that the abortionist that massaged you was actually a family relative, and I paid her to put a spell on you to stop you from leaving but she didn't give me any. She doesn't want to give me a spell to make you fertile, because she said she took lives and never helped make them. She told me I made a mistake of choosing you because even the spirits told her that you were not for me. However, I refuse to believe that, my love. You are mine. She was part of a cult that worshipped the dead, but she decided to stop her practices and offer unborn fetuses instead to be kept healthy and alive for years.

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 platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

Was this a punishment because the young man was too hasty to tell Hanna about his world that was opposite to the human world? Fortuna Goddess was on Winter’s side, as suddenly the healer the young man was looking for was in the living room drinking a cup of tea. Winter quickened his footsteps and immediately looked down with format towards the healer. “Oh Winter, we finally meet again,” said the old man while stroking his long beard up to his knees.

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 Graysons' cellar as well as the

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.