Hekate Novels & Stories

“Where’s the bitch?” “She’s everywhere.” Kael bared his teeth. “Good. I’ve been waiting to put something through her for weeks.” The wind howled louder. The shadows were shifting again. Wolves, mine, dad’s, and the cursed, clashed in the blood-soaked clearing. And yet, in the midst of it, Delilah stood tall. She glared at all of them, gathering those that she could, making them snap out of their trunks, making them come back to their senses.

Her smile comforted me. “You must be Luka,” she said as we poured out of the car. “Yes…and you must be the…” “Witch?” She winked. “I like to think of myself as a healer. A channeler and medium, too. But ‘witch’ suits me fine. My name is Hecate. And you, you must be Caleb. It’s an honor to work with you. I’ve heard great things.” Caleb shook her hand. “Thank you for seeing us so quickly.”

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

Her Mona Lisa smile fills me with a sense of relief. Beside her is a woman who could be mistaken for the striking woman in history known as Cleopatra. Hecate is shorter than Mother. She observes the room with intense, dark eyes. When she moves her head, it leaves a kind of vapor trail, showing she can see in multiple directions at once. She has charcoal colored shadow all the way across her eyes and the bridge of her nose and deep red lipstick staining her lips. Her long, straight jet black hair compliments a perfect deep olive complexion. She has burned protective sigils onto her cheeks along with circular tattoos placed strategically around her face and neck. She has slits in her natural c

“I’m Hecate, the Goddess of Witchcraft. In exchange for your true friendship with my beloved Ally, and your huge sacrifice, I can create a short portal so you can see them. They’re together now. Would you like to see them?” I nod enthusiastically. Hecate pulls something out of a bag she has on her hip and waves a hand over it slowly making circles while she chants. And then she hands it to me. It’s a mirror. And then in a second it’s not a mirror anymore. It blurs all green and brown and blue. Then the image clears. It’s Jake. He’s standing inside a circle of our friends and two others I don’t recognize. He’s holding something. Someone, wrapped in white. The white sheet moves and I see it’s

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

he said, "Just like his mother" he continued, "We are unfamiliar with her" she said, "Is that your third question?" He asked, "Second, you didn't mark the other one as the second" she retorted, He was bristling in anger, his moustache doing a movement like the cartoons, "She was ketolia, goddess of the dying" he answered, They even had a goddess of the dying, a very strange world indeed. jason had been watching the movement of his wrist, he seemed to be losing his grip on the staff, it won't be long,