Hecate Wheel Novels & Stories

Thor says, already halfway out the door like this is his meeting. “Wait!” I call after him, stopping the walking war hammer in his tracks. “What about us? How do we prepare?” “I might have a solution,” Hecate says, slowly. She waves her hand. A scroll and a ballpoint pen appear in front of her. The combo would be absurd if it weren’t so her. “Golems.” Bella blinks. “Clay warriors? Hecate, we don’t have the resources to make that many, let alone enchant and control them.”

Hecate was sitting by a large stone bowl filled with silver liquid, and she didn't even look up when I came skidding to a halt in front of her with dirt on my face and blood on my clothes. "You're back sooner than I expected, and you smell like the Blackwood Alpha’s blood, so I assume you finally found out that your memories aren't as solid as you thought they were," Hecate said, and she gave me a small and cruel smile while she stirred the liquid in the bowl with a long bone.

I asked, stepping inside. “Of course,” she said with a cold smile. “The pact is failing. That foolish man is dying.” “Can you break it?” “I can.” Hecate stood up and circled me slowly. “But the price is high.” “What is the price?” She stopped in front of me, her bottomless eyes staring into mine. “The price is simple,” she hissed. “You will enter his soul and erase yourself. Every memory. Every touch. Every single moment you shared.”

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

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

Bulging vein muscles appeared in his forehead as he struggled to breathe. It didn’t take long for him to collapse right by my feet – dead. Hecate screamed with a red light emitting from around her body as she pointed her hands towards the Moon Goddess. It was a race between Patricia and Hecate in casting spell. Unlike Hecate, Patricia had already been chanting a spell to destroy the silver chains and free the Moon Goddess and Althea. A look of dismay and confusion crossed Hecate’s face when the red light pouring out faded as her hands trembled.

“Thanks. I’ll pass that along.” We walk into an ornate white marble chamber. Tapestries, curtains, and carpeting adorned the shiny cold surface in all shades of reds and pinks, edged in gold. A honey colored, large, round yew wood table dominated the space with matching chairs covered in red velvet cushions. More chairs line the walls for additional seating. When we walk to the table, I see different symbols of the goddess Hecate carved into the wood: a large triple moon in the center, and torches, three-headed dogs, labyrinthine serpents, large keys, and athames scattered around the edges. An intricate rope pattern borders the edge of the table. Moonstones are inlaid in various decor

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.

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.

"Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft." "So the witches here are the descendants of the first witches?" Dimitri inquired. "Just the Cerulean sisters and myself." "Ok. So tell me about this tree," I wanted to know. "When Hecate was struck down by Hades. She bled where she laid. The people were afraid to move her, so they built a shrine around her, they knew she was o