Hestia Mythology Novels & Stories

In the beginning, the Gods ruled the world up high on Mount Olympus. They were the Greek gods that everyone knew, loved, and feared. Zeus was the all-powerful king of the Gods, the one that tamed, ended, the titans including his father. He was the most loved and feared. When he was angry, he would throw lightning bolt just to calm himself down. Hera, his queen, was always by his side. Her beauty was unrivaled. She was by far the calmer of the two but had a dislike of the mortals due to Zeus’ philandering ways. The two of them often looked down on the mortals. Each having their own thoughts about how they lived. Zeus with amusement and Hera with contempt.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

"I've composed a new piece for the dedication—blending mortal folk melodies with divine harmonies. Eirene will join me, and we've asked a choir of mortal children to sing the chorus. There's nothing more powerful than young voices singing of hope and possibility." Hera moved through the preparations with quiet grace, stopping to speak with each person she passed—asking after families, complimenting their work, sharing stories that made even the most nervous servants feel at ease. She wore a simple gown of deep green wool embroidered with olive branches, and her dark hair was woven with flowers from both mortal gardens and divine fields. "Every detail matters," she said to Hephaestus as she a

she said. I smiled. “Thank you. I agree. The advisor seems to think I should enjoy my early retirement.” “Retirement!” she gasped. “You are not old enough to retire. If you are, I want whatever it is you’ve been drinking. You must have been worshipping Hebe.” “Hebe? What is that?” She smiled. “Not a what, a who. Hebe is the goddess of eternal youth, the daughter of Zeus and Hera.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You really know your stuff.”

Then, finally, she nodded. “We’ll start tonight.” Ares and I exchanged glances. That was easier than I expected. “The first step,” she continued, “is learning the story of Kheimon, the Winter Goddess.” I leaned forward, hanging onto her every word. “Kheimon was once a celestial being,” Mom began. “She thrived in the cold, ruling the winter months with grace. But when Zeus summoned her, he sent her to Earth to protect humans from unseen forces. That is where the first priestesses came from—from her divine touch, her wisdom, her power.”

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.”

Jotham, Silveran capital 2030 Hazel's multicolored eyes glowed fiercely like the flames of a thousand furnaces, the thunder storm increasing in it's intensity. Yuka and Kai stared at her, amazed. "Yuka? W-what's going on?" Hazel asked. She was starting to panic and this emotion fueled her powers. Kai flinched at the sound of a terrifying thunder clap. Yuka held out a hand to Hazel, his gaze locked with hers.

The woman beside her has natural red hair and she's wearing a simple white short dress finished with a white stiletto. "Hecate thanks again for letting me borrow one of your resorts." Skye stood up and hugged Hecate. I stood up as well. "Ohh and let me introduce you to my girlfriend, my sweet this is Hecate Asteria Cirillo, and her fiance the crown Princess of the house Astaril in Greece, Hestia Katana Astaril." My eyes went wide after hearing what Skye said. Hestia rolled her eyes. I nod then spoke.

A tragic place where they would be imprisoned to death. The second highest caste is the Elemental Caste. It is the most important caste of all for it balances the Olympus. This is why only six people in every generation were chosen by the heavens to uphold every six elements: ice, lightning, earth, air, water, and fire. And just a few hours ago, I met the most dangerous of them all, the Fire Element holder. And the most powerful caste of all, the Special Caste. Professor Damaris said that even the books have no idea what exactly it is. But no matter what it is, it will surely be the most powerful of all.

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. .