Hecate Stories Novels & Stories

She extends her hand to me. And there’s no world where you don’t take the hand of your goddess. “I have to return to my realm,” Hecate says, her voice thick with emotion. “I need to brief the witches and update them… about Nyx.” There’s grief in her eyes—unshed tears threatening to spill. She cares about Nyx deeply. Her pain is raw. And then she disappears into a portal of her own making. Before I can even process that, Thor, Selene, and I step through another.

Artemis smiles amused as she answers me, “The exact translation would be, Sister, sister, I call your name and I invoke you. Take me to your kingdom. Let me enter to the Hecate’s Realm.” I nod and ask, “And what language is it supposed to be?” She giggles and says, “Greek! Of course!” The journey to Hecate’s realm was faster than the previous one. We arrive at a dark colonial-type house, which has a large entrance and can be read: “Be careful whoever enters these doors, because their soul will be trapped in this kingdom forever.” Aika stops and said, “Damn girl! I don’t know about you, but I won’t go in there. Nope, no fucking way.”

"Her creation didn't appeal Selene, who felt she was going way too far with her work. She even tried to overthrown our goddess, but was casted into the underworld to remain there forever." "Hecate created not only the Ivys, but also the Dark Blood Wolves. These wolves are deadly like the Ivys. They are just black at heart and their steps are filled with darkness. They are strong, but not that deadly like the Ivys that possess so many abilities. Those two creatures are considered abominable to Selene and Diana's eyes. Anything from Hecate are called devilish. That's why we werewolves made it our goal to clear the Ivys when they began their attack on us. Having those creatures around is bad ne

Who is Hecate? "Hecate is the goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts, and necromancy. These four she created are the first generation of witches. From them come all witches occupying the world today. It's been so many centuries, that no one knows how many are dead or still alive out of the four. Now be the judge– how easy do you think it is to get an ancient witch?" "I see..." I whisper without looking him in the eyes. Sneaking a peek at him under the veil of my thick lashes. Even if I didn't trust my parents, I should have trusted him at least. I acted rashly. I walked out of everyone.

As he remembered something, the village chief turned to me. "It's better if you don't stroll around of this village in the meantime." "...? Why?" "… There is a cursed child in this village" "A cursed child …" What was that? Why it did suddenly became horror? It wasn't only me who got nervous, but also Cecil who was listening to the story. Her face turned pale and her eyes went tearing. … Oh right, Cecil is not good at things that are surprisingly scary. "Oh, I don't believe in that kind of thing"

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

They stopped in front of the picture that Millie had seen before. "I am named after this man Count Alphonso de Costa the first, he was a great soldier, he killed hundreds of people on the battlefield, poisoned all of his enemies at home, and married five women, and killed them when he got fed up with them and married a new one." Millie gulped and gave a small smile, "How interesting." "He haunts this corridor," Alphonso said "you can hear the clashing of swords all night long, the screams of the women as he rapes them," he said with a flourish.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .