Hestia Drawings Novels & Stories

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

Justin has a pencil drawing of Olima's pretty face before, and all his drawings of her were all pretty. He wished he could bring her into his bedroom and show her all the silly images of her that he had drawn out before he brought her to live in their guest house. Justin usually draws images of Olima, both pencil and oil paintings of her smiling face, her sad face, and how her big brown eyes shine at him in surprise. He drew a recent image of her too, and he couldn't wait for her to fully mature, as he plans to draw a nude image of her too.

Celeste The house was quiet that evening — the kind of calm that came only after Amara had gone to bed and the world outside had grown still. I moved around the living room in soft slippers, collecting the last of Amara’s crayons from the coffee table, her tiny drawings scattered like forgotten treasures. One of them caught my eye — a stick-figure family holding hands under a blue sky. She’d drawn me, herself, and Sebastian. A small, tired smile tugged at my lips.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

But Lukas told me there is only one mate for everyone. "Hi, I don't think we've met before" I croaked, awkwardly waving at her. The Greek Goddess warmly smiled, her eyes shifting towards my stomach. Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth, the right ordering of domesticity, the family, the home, and the state. So it was natural she would find out about my pregnancy. But she didn't make a move to touch my stomach or anything which I felt relieved at. "Congratulations Queen" "Oh, thank you."

she said excitedly, “show him the drawing we made!” Before Rosa could protest, Celeste pulled out her small sketchbook from her bag. It was filled with colorful doodles, but the page she flipped to was heartbreakingly clear: a family of four, standing hand-in-hand in front of a giant hospital with “Fleming House of Hope” scrawled across it in clumsy print. Cedric. Rosa. Cassian. Celeste. Below the drawing, she’d scribbled, “One day, we’ll be together for real.”

he ordered. Chester was still my biological pup. Hence, I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone or let him face danger. I arrived at Chester's school early. They seemed to be holding an art exhibition. The hallway walls were lined with childlike but heartfelt drawings. I wandered casually until one drawing suddenly stopped me cold. The title read "My Lovely Family", and the artist's signature was "Chester Grant". In the drawing, Ethan, Angelina, and Chester sat closely together. They all had bright smiles on their faces.

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.