Hestia Statue Novels & Stories

“I’ll go and get it.” “You’re f*cking useless!” Hector snarls. “I’ll go and get it!” “I’ll come with you.” She meekly follows him downstairs. Troy is probably asleep in his room and Amelia is of no threat to them. Hector signals Elle to be quiet as they make their way downstairs. He heads for the key holder while Elle lingers behind. Hector is searching for the keys but unbeknownst to him, Elle is taking out a pair of gloves from her pocket. Putting on the gloves, she looks around until she finds a metallic statue of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess.

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."

We were silent throughout Camilla’s tour of her not-so-humble abode, but when we saw that ungodly statue, Hank broke that silence in the only way he could. “What in the actual fuck is that?” Camilla beamed, prancing across the living room toward the statue. She ran her fingers along its chest and looked back at us. “I commissioned this piece. Isn’t he beautiful? Our King Hastur, frozen at the moment of his unmasking.” Bobby and me, we sort of mumbled our approval to be polite, but Hank just stared at it slack-jawed. “That is the god-awfulest thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’, and I’ve seen some shit.”

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.”

It grew heavy, heavy, with the smell of ozone and rich, oxidized soil. She knew it was Hades. Not Pluto, not Dis Pater. This was the older, more austere god, the one who governed through silence rather than a bellow, but through an unbreakable oath. The statue was simple, gigantic. It presented him not as a frightening commander but as a man in the prime of his power, sitting, a helm at an angle under one arm, his face not cruel but very piercing. And his eyes, shards of obsidian, shone with a radiance that consumed the very light of the lab and reflected back only an impossible depth.

Then they began to gather around the two goddesses, greeting them with warm words. "Demeter, my dear sister, welcome back home!" one of the goddesses spoke. Her mother bowed to her. Persephone recognized the kind-looking woman as Hestia, the oldest sister of the Olympians. She was dressed in a simple dress and her throne was a plain wooden throne with a white woolen cushion. Although there were twelve gods, Persephone could only see eleven thrones in the room. Zeus rose from his seat and came towards her. His smile was dazzling and kind. His eyes were the color of the sky. He took her delicate hand in his and kissed it. Persephone greeted her father back with a bow.

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.

And among all of these were the priests who were taking the offerings and sacrifices of the people there to worship. There was a very huge statue of him in addition to the several other statues that stood alongside the golden columns. He feared looking at it for long to avoid drawing attention to himself. Helena was already making her way toward one of his statues and he hurried to join her. The statue was relatively huge and it depicted an image of him with his arms raised from his fingertips the sculptor had made what looked like thunderbolts appear. His knees were bent as though he was in pursuit of something and his eyes blazed. All in all, he had to agree that the sculpture was a very i

But her greatest loss came as the death of her beloved to the harsh cold and ice destroying the land. Hestia was so devastated that she spent seven days and seven nights weeping on the barren ground, refusing to rise until the gods heard her plea. She ended up dying there, it was so sad, but Her sacrifice moved the gods deeply, and they decided to resurrect her, blessing her with the eternal flame. This flame gave her the power to heal the land and restore it to its former glory. From then on, a select few female followers of Hestia were gifted with this flame to use in times of great need, to cure the world of plagues and barrenness.

Jasper “What is it?” I enquired and she gave me a playful smile. “A simple one to see if you could be considered worthy by our Goddess.” I looked behind her and at the tall imposing statue of a Goddess that loomed over us, her head almost touching the ceiling. She had the face of a phoenix and the body of a woman. The statue seemed to look down at us, the sharp angular eyes that seemed to emit some powerful fire beams and burn down whoever dared to displease her.