Hestia Dungeon Novels & Stories

With a flick of my fingers, silver dust bursts into the air, shimmering like frost. "Breathe deep," I whisper. The dust catches the breeze and swirls around them. They cough once. Then again. Their eyes roll back. They collapse to the ground in a heartbeat, limbs twitching before going still. Deep sleep. They won't wake for hours. "Rhea," I call softly. "We're clear." Her form reappears, gliding to my side like a shadow brought to life. Together, we slip inside, passing through the creaking doors into the true belly of the fortress, the dungeon.

Hera said. I looked at her. “What?” “Zade. You can stop staring now.” Heat rose to my cheeks. “I wasn't staring,” I mumbled and kept walking. “Right,” she called out teasingly and picked up her pace. Hestia's clinic sat near the edge of the village. It was a low stone building lined with shelves of jars, dried herbs hanging from the rafters in neat bundles. A small electric lamp buzzed faintly on the counter despite the sunlight outside, and the smell of medicine mixed with earth clung to everything.

she said. Jada hesitated for only half a minute, eyes darting between Zoe’s determined face and the dark hallway ahead, then nodded sharply. She pulled her wrist free and took the lead, moving quickly but quietly toward the deepest part of the dungeon, the bag of food and herbs swinging gently. Zoe followed close behind, silent as shadow, footsteps light, eyes scanning every shadow for movement. The wind howled once more behind them and somewhere below, River waited. Broken. Bleeding. And still breathing. The corridor narrowed, cells on either side empty or filled only with silence. At the very end, the last door on the left, iron bars thick and rusted, stood slightly ajar, a faint glow from

Her voice sounded like dry leaves dancing on pavement. Lyra froze, her hand flying to the hunting knife at her belt. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" The old woman finally looked up. Her eyes weren't brown or blue. They were the same deep amber as Lyra’s, but they were clouded with age. "I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city."

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

“You idiot—” The ceiling cracked. Not from the tracker this time. From inside the stone itself. A shudder ran through the chamber as if the whole place had just been commanded to collapse. Dax turned his head slightly. “Move,” he told me. “Down.” I hauled Kieran backward toward the open tunnel. The moment my boot crossed the threshold, the amber light in the chamber dimmed behind me, as if the Hearth resented my leaving. Rowan lunged, trying to follow—

the lady guard greeted her as soon as she saw her. "Hi Andrea," Luna replied while trying to gasp for air. The way downstairs took some toll of energy from her exhausted body. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind them. It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening. "So, what's happening. What's up with Zeus?," she asked, with a pint of Greek humor since they both shared similar interests to mythologies. "Well yeah. This is weird. The news said nothing about having a storm. Yet now, Zeus is rampaging up there," Andrea smirked while shrugging her broad shoulders nonchalantly.

who hid in the vents was gone. ​I reached for the tactical vest on the counter and strapped it on. ​"Liam, take the children to the sub-level tunnels with Hestia," I commanded. ​"Nora, no. I’m not leaving you to face a private army alone." ​"I'm not alone," I said. I looked at Celeste. ​The girl with violet eyes smiled, and for a second, the lights in the kitchen flared to a blinding brightness. ​"They want the Sterling Empire?" I stepped toward the door, my vision syncing with the estate’s security grid. "Then let’s show them what the Empire actually looks like when it wakes up."

Matteo's POV I was walking through the darkness when Giorgia appeared before my eyes, locked in a dungeon. She stared up at me, weeping and begging to see our children with the same pitiful expression she had always worn. But the next second, she screamed as I lashed her with a whip, strike after strike. "For every single ounce of pain you inflicted on Rosella, I'm going to return it to you bit by bit. I'll make sure you live in hell," I hissed, glaring down at her.

With a smile on his face, Zeus nodded his head. "Dabria wants to take down this mansion. According to the information we have received, there are uncountable humans buried underground this mansion. Thinks they all deserve a proper graveyard at least." Zeus replied to the question Helenora had asked Dabria. With a smile on his face, Ryan wrapped his arms above his chest.