Hekate Novels & Stories

She wiped away the tears that had started falling without my notice. I’m not a mistake, abomination or a destroyer of bloodlines, as I was told, repeatedly. It was as if a weight of darkness didn’t know I had lifted from my shoulders showering me in blinding light. I absorbed what she had told me and paused confused, “Hekate? The Goddess of witches?” I questioned. “Well, yes, you are born to two Goddess me because of your father and Hekate because of your mother. Our little secret, we’ve been friends forever and have been working together."

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

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

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "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."

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

I start for him but stop in my tracks when his lips part and he releases a sharp breath. His eyes flutter open and the green in them is gone. In its place, obsidian sits, peering at everything and nothing in particular. He cranes his neck in my direction with a grace that is nothing like Rune's. Those black cold eyes land on me and his lips tilt upwards in a deadly smile. "Why, hello princess," the Hekate says. '

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

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.