Hecate Witchcraft Novels & Stories

“Well, to put it simply: politics. Werewolves are cagey and tend to be pretty rude. No one likes them, as a rule. And the Hecate Coven has a terrible track record with werewolves. They designed the spells that make supernatural suppressors.” “What does that mean?” “They can keep a werewolf from transforming,” she said. “Cast by a powerful enough witch, they can completely rob them of their supernatural powers for days or even weeks. The Hecate Coven designed the first spell back during the supernatural wars. Since then, they’ve adapted it into making holding facilities for supernatural criminals.” I nodded. “Are the Hecate Coven really important?”

It was a huge deal! “Vampires were created by three powerful witches that had been given the blessing by the Goddess Hecate. However, Hecate blessed the Precozas personally, infusing our line with a bit of ancient magic,” I explained to her. This was the first time that I had encountered anyone, outside of my family, that has ancient magic attached to them. “Gotcha,” she said. She embraced me, causing a huge spark to be felt. We both jumped away from each other.

"All right, Asriel. I need to know more. You need to tell me what this war is about." He shifted closer and leaned his back against the headboard, legs hanging on the side of my bed. "My grandfather was a strong wolf, blessed by the Goddess. He ruled over the Crimson Mountain Pack. He was the one who discovered the jade mine, and then the core inside Crimson Mountain. There is a legend saying that when he did, Hecate herself made a deal with him. As both of the powerful magical elements belonged to him and his pack, Hecate offered him a blessing. She said that if he turned his pack into a safe haven for the witches, giving them access to the stones and the core, she would bless his firstborn

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.

of how I was to rip his head off like he did to my father. Alec turned his attention to my mother’s wolf and walked right up to her. She didn’t hesitate to stand up and nuzzle me. It startled me at first then I realized what that meant. She was still in there somewhere in there, trying to come back out. ‘We need to keep her hidden from the pack’ I linked to my Beta anxiously looking around trying to think of the best place to hide her until we could figure out how to undue what had been done to her. As I was thinking my mother whined and nudged me then pointed her head towards the burnt cabin. I knew what she was thinking. The old witch had a storm cellar where she performed most her ritual

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.

I plucked it off the shelf and popped myself back over to everyone. The book said that Hecate was the goddess most associated with magic. Through her, the origin Power Keeps were derived. This magic was bestowed upon various species with her blessing. She bestowed a separate Keep to Selene the Moon Goddess for her to bestow gifts upon her creations. Hecate was also the keeper of portal ways between the realms. I closed the book, holding it to my chest as I paced around the room. I was trying my best to dissect my thoughts and put them into linear fashion, but it was difficult right now. Too many thoughts. Too much information.

Things weren’t safe for me at the moment, for us. Apparently I was the reincarnation of Onara Eardwulf. The first wolf and Queen of Wolves. My Gaelic friends that are from the witchcraft community, Orla and Lugh helped remove spells that had been placed on me, to control me for years. According to them, I am blessed by both Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft and Selene, the Moon Goddess. I felt dizzy, sitting here in the medical room, bile starting to rise in my stomach.

Theo asks my Mom, and she nods in response. "Who's Hecate?" Saul finally speaks up. "Goddess of Magic," Theo said, leaning back in his chair. I could tell that Saul hadn't studied much about the Gods and Goddesses. As werewolves, they worshipped only one, while Fae worshipped all of them.