Hecate Witchcraft Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s a wizard, right?” I followed Hades as he moved forward, his steps weak and slow, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “Yes. But it could also be a witch.” His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Hecate usually preys on weak young females, especially those who have lost their purpose in life.” A chill ran down my spine. His words carried an unsettling weight. Hades glanced at me before pushing the door open. “Elysia?” “Yes?” I turned toward him, catching the intensity in his gaze.

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."

The whole place looks scary and weird, I thrived, but I maintained my posture as my mother spares me a glance. At the entrance of the cave, the face of mother Shipton was engraved on it, the mother of all witches. A good friend of Selena the mother of werewolves, Queen Shipton was also called Aradia meaning queen of witches. Turning to my left, Hecate was also engraved on the wall. The chief goddess presiding over magic and spells, she is a great goddess capable of both good and evil. She was associated with witchcraft, magic, the Moon, doorways, and creatures of the night like hell-hounds and ghosts.

Eric began, drawing my attention to him with renewed interest. “I am not going into a history lesson, but the Goddess we pray to is Selene, while for the witches their Goddess is Hecate. Some believe they are one and the same, while others believe otherwise. Honestly, with history, we never really know how much of it we can be sure of. Things have probably been twisted throughout the years.” Eric glanced over at me, but I just kept listening. “Anyway, I think it had to do with Hecate’s relations with Selene is why it is like that for us.” Eric finished.

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

“I know that there things you can do that no one else can. You have abilities that most Lycans don’t.” Elsbeth looked at them both for a while before sighing. “What’s yer name, lassie?” She looked at Melissa. “My name? Melissa.” Melissa was a little taken aback at the abrupt change in the conversation. “An’ Melissa, what do ye know of the daughters of Hecate?” Elsbeth’s strange eyes almost seemed to glow. Melissa blinked a few times. “Hecate? As in the Greek goddess of witchcraft?” “Somethin’ like that, yeah.” Elsbeth motioned for her to go on.

She was meant to be a guardian, but she had watched me undergo pain upon pain while she was watching from her high seat, sipping whatever. "I prayed to the goddess Hecate, and she truly heard me. It's such a blessing to serve a goddess that truly cares!" Hanna exclaimed. The goddess Hecate and not the goddess Selene? Who was Hanna? For all I knew, the goddess Hecate was associated with witchcraft. I stared at Hanna intently for the first time.