Hecate Witchcraft Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do you know of Hecate?" My eyes widened in shock. "Hecate." He was a dark witch king, with dark powers. He was so powerful that his clan banished him from their coven because of his powers. I had heard a lot about Hecate from my father when I was little. He had a really dark history with werewolves because many pack tried to nab him and make use of his powers for their personal gain. "What?? How did you even…" "I met him only once in my life and that was when I was young. My father almost won him over, but my mom refused to give her permission. He had asked to take Zale as one of his but my mom refused and that was why she was accused of an affair years ago."

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

My dragon was at peace with this woman, but Creed and his father were certainly skeptical. “No, my charming griffon, I am Hecate, Goddess of Magic and Spells.” The few brief moments she let us have to contemplate the massive shock of information sink into our minds, I thought back to the witch’s comments at the ceremony. ‘To listen to the words of Hecate.’ This woman was the actual goddess. She looked like one the very moment we saw her, but now it had become so more real. A soft glow of gold wrapped around her body tightly, her fair skin that had never seen a bit of sun, no wrinkles not even a beauty mark. Her face looked painted by Michelangelo himself.

That was a huge fucking thing right there that a goddess essentially bowed to them. “I am Hecate, the Goddess of Magic, the one responsible for the creation of the vampire species. I felt that it was past time for everyone to hear the truth about your species. Originally, vampires were created to protect the vulnerable, the innocents that other species harmed without regard. Unfortunately, that became tainted by those who sought power. To fix this, I sought the most worthy of vampires and found a pair of fated beloveds, knowing that they would be able to help restore the balance. They were the very first Precoza rulers. Many years ago, I personally chose your Queen, Imeela Precoza, as my war

At that time, Hecate was surrounded by three gods of darkness. As for Hecate was the representative of werewolves, Nix was the representative of vampires and witches. HErebos and Chaos and Chaos was the representative of chaos and darkness. - Would you like some tea, coffee or biscuits? – Erebo was the first to ask, when each of them surrounded him, when they offered him something, and Erebo was the first to get up, take him by the hands, not letting him have any reaction, he followed by sitting down beside you on a couch against the wall.

Vidar steps up next, handing her a single belladonna flower, which she places gently on the shroud. “This is the point in the ceremony where my witches would ask for my blessing,” Hecate says with a soft smile. “As the goddess of the crossroads, I guide all transitions—life, love, death, rebirth. I watched Nyx pass not into Summerland, but into Tartarus. She was calm. She knew she had fulfilled her purpose.” She pauses. “And I am also here for you. Because you are standing at a crossroads of your own. Grief. Love. Memory. Transformation. I will hold space for all of it. Because none of us truly die—we simply become something new.”

"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

I said. “Grand witch Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart the descendant of Hekate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and the queen of creatures of the night; the goddess capable of walking through realms like doorways. That explains your aura,” he said. I tried to hide my shock. I was not aware there were people who have such thorough detail about my mother. It made me relax, giving me a sense of safety that I did not need to hide from him. “My aura?” I repeated, giving him a teasing smirk.

"I'm just a witch. I'm just an ordinary witch and I haven't broken any laws. Why do I have to die?" He chuckled at her statement. "You aren't just a witch." He began, holding a wooden rune up to her. The rune which looked like a simple circle seemed to hum upon getting in close contact with her. "You are definitely not a relic but you aren't just an ordinary witch. You are more. You are one of the beloveds of Hecate, the great tree, and that makes you perfect for my restoration." "Restoration?"

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.