Hekate Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

Her dark lipstick was highlighted as though she wanted to look tough which she was… The strange woman raised her hand before fisting it into a punch, ceasing every rogue from attacking our men above. “Let me introduce myself,” she began, a smirk playing at one corner of her lips. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft… and also, Selene’s sworn enemy.” Recognition dawned on me that this woman was the same woman we’d heard talking to Levi. What the hell? If this Goddess was in love with Levi then who exactly was Levi?

Green said. Regita took her cell phone and showed her a photo of a tomb. The tombstone has the name Keira Alexandra. "Sister Kei is passed away," she said. Green was surprised. If so, the person she's been trying to find out about is in the other side. "Why?" "Suicide," Regita answered shortly. Although Regita did not continue, she already knew where the red string was. Obviously all very connected. She felt so much like scolding at Langit. How could he hide such a big story from her?

The woman says, smiling cunningly. She’s the first to mention Selene, with most avoiding even mentioning, let alone hinting at her. Almost as if she simply did not exist or, as Soren has told us, dare not speak of her as it is forbidden. Yet here is a woman, not caring about that. With her long black hair, a jewelled star embedded in the centre of her forehead, and steel-grey eyes, I knew who she was before she had even introduced herself. Hecate herself.

Just another thing pointing to all this really being my destiny. "Lastly, I am a descendant of the Goddess Hecate. Goddess of magic, witchcraft, rituals, ghosts, doorways and creatures of night, like hellhounds. I mostly work with rituals and magic though, but I can engage in some of the other things if I need to." she finishes. "Wow, okay. You guys really are a unique bunch." I comment, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Head feel like its going to explode yet?" she giggles, making me roll my eyes playfully.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

she assured the onlookers. "I'm not crazy, I used to be then but now I look crazy because I suffer for my previous sins and wickedness. I used to have everything I ever wanted just like you" the woman said watching a scared Charlotte. "But we both messed up our chances now we're in the streets hungry and dirty" "I'm not dirty!" Charlotte defended the words were getting to her, it felt like her past we're haunting her but she wasn't sure who the old lady was. "Who are you?"

"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."

"you can't leave hell sister. you have to pay for your sins." "oh dear brother. you've always underestimated me haven't you? And I've always been father's trusted one. but you. what have you been? a disgrace. I won't let you use Baramora against us Abaddon. " explained Hecate. "But you can't leave hell can you?" "oh yes I can. remember, I've always held dad's keys. So, I know how to go and come." "Don't go sister." called a female voice that flew over Abaddon and his men to Hecate. long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob.