Hestia God Of What Novels & Stories

Arya called out, causing Amaris to stiffen on his seat. Dropping his marine blue eyes from looking at the wood paneled ceiling, he focused it on Arya's quartz coloured ones and couldn't help but feel slightly mesmerized. She was indeed incredibly beautiful and if it wasn't for her closed off personality, he would have thought she was one of those fallen goddesses from the Hyacinth Kingdom. "Sir Amaris, what do you think you are doing?"

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Theo asks my Mom, and she nods in response. "Who's Hecate?" Saul finally speaks up. "Goddess of Magic," Theo said, leaning back in his chair. I could tell that Saul hadn't studied much about the Gods and Goddesses. As werewolves, they worshipped only one, while Fae worshipped all of them.

They will send someone else to do their dirty work. “Can we trust Hades?” I ask, and there is nothing but silence. “I don’t know. He is a God and Zeus’s brother.” Shit, he is his brother. I stand and walk back to the village, looking for the one person I need to speak to. This person knows what is it like to be played by the gods. “Asteria. I need your help.” I say as she moves towards me. She has a smirk on her face.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

Ditiori explained the absence of Maga and her mother. “I hope it’s not beyond our borders,” said another man. “They need not travel far, brother. They’re in the temple. Something belonged to me that I’ve dropped.” Ditiori said, amused. “Maga Baal and her mother are more blessed to have Ditiori chose their household,” mentioned one of the younger women, they were envious that Ditiori had favored the enchanter’s family to be his host expectedly. A celestial being who can make things grow in a day, Ditiori was the most sought of all men in the broad plains and rolling hills! When the women gushed about the embodied spirit, the spits crackled and the beam of sunlight retreated from the asse

"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."

He’s making sure she will be able to listen this time, no doubt. I look around the room, my stomach turned when I noticed all who were here. There’s more Gods here in one place than I have ever seen before. Starting at the head of the table I see the obvious Zeus. To his left sits Poseidon, next to him is Hestia, next comes Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Apollo, Athena, Hera, Demeter, Artemis, Hermes, and then him… Ares. Our eyes lock and I force my body to stand straight and upright. I will not give him the satisfaction of letting him know that he scares me. He has already taken everything from me. The corner of his mouth turns up. A tactful grin to let me know that things have not changed between

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

[Third Person] After Hecate and Hestia got married, the two live happy and prosperous marriage. A year after their marriage, they decided to finally conceive a child. Instead of finding a sperm donor, they decided to extract some of Hecate's bone marrow into fertile Hestia's egg. After a first try, Hestia found out that she was pregnant and the two couldn't be happier.