Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

It was almost not noticeable due to how tiny it was on the map, but people often visited it for tourism purposes and its beautiful history. The structure had been there for twenty decades, where the people of Sechester often worshipped their deity, the goddess Hecate. Hecate was known to be the chief goddess in charge of magic and spells. She was the Greek goddess of witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, and the moon. Kira passed by two pillars erected for the goddess in front of the temple- they were known to wade off evil. She yanked the torch nearby and tossed it towards a chandelier nearby.

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 leaves of the trees there have mixed colors, the ground consists of green grasses and the lake was vibrant enough to reflect the clear sky with its shimmering blue color' 'She was attracted to the place and there, she went in to live for a long time considering that she was immortal. Years have passed and the forest was still as beautiful as it was and she was living inside of it until one day she found out that the forest was also used for storing treasures that the Mestia empire's higher officials kept as a haven for their greediness. With such knowledge, she began changing the forest from a beautiful paradise into a dangerous one where no one can exactly enter another reason for this

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

While an ereatheal was a witches destined partner gifted by the moon, their familiar was their bonded spirit partner, the ying to their yang so to speak, someone who would die for them and they would in turn die for, the bond making them both stronger then just a love partner ever could. Hecate accepted such a powerful gift with open arms but never told Artemis the true purpose of her original gift. It wasn't until she had lived out her time on earth, building the werewolf kingdoms, that she saw the truth. One of her relations generations down the line decided to not mate with her destined, she had a lover she decided to keep and rejected her fated. Nothing new in the werewolf kingdom, not o

Davis smiled lightly at that happy to answer that question for the sake of Ivory "Selene and the Hectate are both sisters, Selene being the eldest created the wolves and Lycans while the Hectate the two sisters Atropos, the old moon and Lachesis, the full moon, created the Magicals and other mystic beings some even says one of them created the vampires" "Wow!! So then why are all this written in Selene's journey and not the Hectate's" "A war once ensue years ago during the first red moon the Hectate were killed so Selene obviously took over caring for her sisters creations"

Sir Ares spoke about Hecate in a degrading tone, “A gorgeous young lady? She’s just a pretentious gold-digger from the lowest level of society who wants to go from rags to riches by putting up a pitiful act.” Baby Robbie would not give in. However, he instantly lost his tough aura when his rebellious gaze was met with Sir Ares’ stern glare. “Daddy, Hecate isn’t like that. She has encountered plenty of difficulties in her life.” “Difficulties? Are you referring to how she snuck into the Bell family, buttered up to the seniors of the Bell family, and pretended to work in their favor? Are you referring to how she did all of that just to achieve her goal of taking revenge for her pitiful mother?

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he sits down. “Tell me, Alpha Enrique, do you believe in the gods?” I cock a brow. “Yeah, maybe.” “Then do you believe that there was a time that the gods once walked this very earth?” “I guess so, there’s a lot of shit that exists that sounds unbelievable. What's a few immortals?” He smiles, “Then let me tell you about the daughter of the goddess Hecate. The Lesser Goddess, Circe.” This story has not begun and I already know I’m in for a long headache.

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.