Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

“A spirit of harvest, Ditiori, a name substantiated from the meaning ‘make them grow’, is on oath that he will live like a mortal bestowed with conjuring powers and on his death become a spirit again to go home to the spirit world of Mundu. Therefore, never shall a wicked, a fallen, enter its rest.” Howling flurry blew the ashes on Ditiori in a sooty loincloth and an autumnal gust displaced the dry, predawn bluster. The voices in the incantation grew softer and softer, “The Divine One has spoken, then disobey…bis faciet et non faciet illud…and he will do it twice and will do no further.”

Short Story's Blurb: When I had a miscarriage, Alpha Gideon has ordered a Healer to remove my womb so I can never be pregnant again, placing the child of his mistress (my stepsister) to be his heir instead. So I left him, because once a cheater is always a cheater. As I run away from him and healed myself, never did I expect the Moon Goddess to bless me with a second-chance mate in the face of someone I befriended in my childhood.

I am going to leave this pack before my birthday. After deciding this I finished my food and water and lean back into the bed thinking of ways to escape. I perk my ears up when I hear someone in the hallway. It sounds like two people gossiping. I hold my breath and strain my ears to hear what they are saying. "I heard he killed his only sibling that's how cruel he is." Gasps "Alpha Hades is indeed a very cruel Alpha. I pity whoever his mate may be." Humming in response they walk too far away for me to hear anything more. At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging.

"No, this all ties back to the crimes committed by Adrienne. Upon her return, she fabricated amnesia merely to avoid resuming the relationship with her former partner. She continued meeting with her secret lover, and subsequently, she established her own skincare line. A master strategist, she understood the importance of maintaining a veil of secrecy. Donating substantial sums to charity served as a smokescreen, concealing her abhorrent acts. I had concrete evidence to substantiate these claims, and when I confronted her, it was a grave mistake on my part. I foolishly went to meet her without notifying anyone. Her henchmen abducted me, taking me to the very club where she had feigned her ki

"No, mother, no really. There are so many things in the boundless Underworld to explore. During my time there, I have seen so many fascinating people and places. There is the Pool of Memory that rests under the shade of a white poplar tree. The pool shows the aspect of memory in physical forms for those who miss their loved ones. Then there's the Vale of Mourning for those who died of broken heart. Also, the Acherusian Lake where the souls would cry out to those they had wronged, asking for forgiveness..." "Stop that now, Persephone!" Demeter hushed her sternly, "I have suffered so much to bring you back and now you start talking only about the dead. Did your stay in Tartarus make you go mad

my younger self diverts their attention back towards the story, satisfied with her mother's answer. “Queen Amethyst had managed to near the Nightcrawlers into extinction, but her time of ruling soon came to pass, and the job remained unfinished. When the last Destined Queen sat on the throne a few hundred years later, the Nightcrawlers faced the end of their days once again. In the last effort to save his plight, the God of Darkness sought out an old evil witch who had given herself to the same darkness the God also served as she relinquished her own Goddess, Hecate. Despite obeying the same higher power known as evil, she demanded payment for her efforts, refusing to get involved without be

"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.

I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself that I need to be better, stronger, faster. “You know how far away Summer Hill is?” Aunt Jo asks me as she ties the laces on her sneakers. “I do.” It’s going to take us hours to get there. But I needed to run. I need to think about what I want to say to him. Which is why I ask what deity witches pray to. “Hecate. Ora. Witches pray to the goddess Hecate. Wolves pray to the goddess Selene. It is said that Hecate and Selene are friends.” The thought of that comforted me. My aunts may be together in the afterlife if their goddesses are friendly.

Max translated "Precisely. And All three of these mention the existence of magic time and time again. Hecate Chiaramonti is the Goddess of witchcraft. She is less known now but 2000 years ago they would worship her at the turn of every new moon, a sacrifice would take place once yearly on the new moon of the Aries constellation. This is said to be the only time in a year when Hecate can harness and release power directly from and to humans. So the sacrifice, usually of someone accused of witchcraft, was our ancient ancestors' way of feeding and pleasing Hecate so she wouldn't use her power that night to do evil on humans. Anyway, it is also said that sometimes in a very rare circumstance, it

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?