Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

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?

The dam will fail and flood my face with the years of tears I’ve collected. “Allow me to tell you a story, to pass the time.” She says. I nod curtly. I refuse to allow her to see how broken I am. “A thousand years ago, well before any king ruled this land, the skies were full of Hecate’s children.” She began ominously. My curiosity immediately piques. I wonder if she remembers my avid interest in witches as a child. “They ruled this land. To keep their youth they gorged on the blood of weak pups and humans.”

"You are the one who killed her!" He grabbed his trident and smashed it on the ground. "I never want to see you again!" He turned and ran out of the temple without looking back. Zale looked at the broken trident. It looked just like their broken bond. On the other side, the High Priests met a worse fate. Hecate tried to go to the River Styx to find Kressa's soul pieces. But the God of the Underworld told her Kressa's dying wish: Never see the traitors again in any lifetime. Her soul pieces turned into starlight and would never return.

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.

[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.

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

The relief was palpable in the room, and she saw her Dad nod at her in approval. “So, she's back? Took her long enough.” A new voice rang Francesca’s ears, but Selene found it to be familiar. Francesca turned and gasped. In her experience, terrestrials never really got the exact description of the gods that they worship. But then again, what the gods looked like heavily depended on the appearance of their current vessels. Olga and Francesca, for instance, weren't nearly as pretty as how Luna and Selene were depicted in history. But Hecate was different. She was every bit as breathtaking and intimidating as they described her to be. And from head to toe, she was decked in perfect jewels, magi

This unnecessary party was something he hated having to be apart of. The Fates understood the reason why Hades disliked these gatherings. Life and death never stopped. They all had their part in bringing the mortals into the world and out to the underworld. It was there at that party that Atropos had the unnatural vision. It was the first she’s ever had of the Gods, even worse of them wanting to mingle with those they deemed nothing more than entertainment. With that knowledge about the time the Gods would want to one day come down from Olympus and be amongst the mortals and something strange would happen to those that did.

In a time when all three races lived together as one and the Lycans ruled the realm, there was a prince. He was Hekate, and he was heir to the throne. It is said that Hekate was born on the night of the blood moon. Cursed, they called him. Strange, they said. A bad omen, they named him. The Moon Goddess’s priestess had taken one look at him and had told the King and Queen that he would bring destruction upon the realm. He would be better off dead as a child.

The presence here is so heavy, so I am becoming too nervous right now. I was just standing in front, looking around, waiting for something to happen. I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor."