Hestia Pjo Novels & Stories

She was stalling. “I will show you,” Iris made Athena stand up and dragged her to a separate room, and Azazel followed. She opened the door revealing a little girl of about seven years. Athena and Azazel were stumped. Iris stood ashamed. Athena and Azazel looked at each other in astoundment. While Azazel understood what was happening, Athena still lacked emotional processing of the situation. The little girl had blonde hair and hazel eyes, pretty as the other two ladies in the room. She immediately got down and ran toward Iris, hugging her waist, “Is she Theia, Mom?” the girl asked, knocking the breath out of Athena and Azazel.

"You're a pathetic bitch who sleeps with everyone for money, and you dare to call me a loser." Without any hesitation, she slaps me across the face. My guards seize her when she screams. "You're a loser and a nobody, Hestia!!" She screams while my guards are restricting her. I gestured them to stop and they stop, then I face her. "I am Princess Hestia Katana Astaril, heir to the throne of the house Astaril in Greece, and you call me a nobody." I shook my head and I can see the shock on her face.

Come on, answer me. There was silence. The only thing Hestia could hear was the sound of Grace's even breathing. Hestia paused, then took Grace's hand and smiled. "Rest, then. You've had a long day," she said. Grace slept well that night. The next day, she woke up early and followed Hestia to the photography exhibition. Hestia wasn't just the mother of Xander Fulton, the president of Fulton Group. She was also Sunny, one of the top three travel bloggers on Instagram.

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."

CRYSTORIA Cristina It has been two years since I Left Starmainia, and I have been planning my attack on the council. Recruiting warriors and training them for what is to come. Justin keeps me updated weekly on any changes occurring in Bluestoria, primarily around the upcoming tournament, The Game of Hunting.

“And let us see if there was a mistake that happened earlier.” “Why would I follow your order?” “I said,” Zarion's husky and steel voice echoed in the room, “call your fiancee and tell her to get her ass. Right. Now.” Alpha Brandon’s head turned upwards and I saw how his jaw clenched. Silence reverberated in the temple for as long as I can remember. I believe he was now calling her fiancee—or let me change that term—he was mind-linking Hestia to come here to the magnificent Moon Goddess’ Temple. It didn’t take any more time because a fairy-looking woman was sauntering towards our front; her glistening skin was as white as Snow White, complimenting the vibrant bloody red dress she was wearing

She wore a simple, charcoal-grey suit and carried a small, pulsating amber cube. ​"Alpha Rhea. Apex Elias," the woman said. Her voice was calm, but it lacked the artificial warmth of Chancellor Valerius. "I am Hestia. I am not here for an audit, a harvest, or a treaty. I am here to deliver a 'Notice of Obsolescence.'" ​"More Council riddles?" Rhea asked, her hand dropping to the hilt of her dagger.

Klay stands next to Milo, watching Leticia with starry eyes. Heph motions to his side for me to stand and begins his speech. “My name is Hephaestus. God of Fire and Technology. I’m here today in endorsement of the Goddess Iokaste Mason and in defiance of certain Gods on Mount Olympus. I would like to tell everyone this is going to be a joyous occasion, and it is, but based on recent events, I want to warn you that as we move through the ceremony, Zeus himself may show his disapproval of your Luna’s ascension to Luna of the Menae. It matters not. When she has completed the ceremony, no one can take the honor away from her.”

"If male, Titus." "Dad, why Titus?" "Because Titus in Latin means fire." "What about women?" "If it's a girl, she will be named Hestia. It's a Greek name that means Goddess of Fire and Hearth." "Hestia ... it's beautiful." "Hestia ..." I whispered. Third person's POV: After Atacia whispered the name Hestia her back lit up. Everyone was dazzled by the light coming from her. When it disappeared, they had seen light reflecting from behind her hitting the wall. When they looked at it closely, they were amazed.