Hestia Statue Novels & Stories

The streets are bustling with tourists and residents. There is a statue in the centre on a raised platform, walking closer to it. It’s a siren, with long flowing hair holding a trident. Looking closer at her, it looks like Asteria. I walk up to it and place my hand on its fin. Rosa comes closer and looks at it in awe. “How do they know?” she whispers and I smile down at her. “Stories baby. People like to use their imaginations.” I tell her not to rouse suspicion.

“Yeah, I was just getting car sick and I needed to get off the bus.” He gets up for me as he holds his hand out, but I was almost too afraid to take it with my hand so sweaty. Mr. Malik walk the whole class straight to the exhibit of the Greek mythology. There were twelve statues in the room of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Hades. “Alright, class, behind each statue there is a room of that god or goddess that your gathering information on, and if I were you, I’d take advantage on all the info this place is offering.”

Hector adjusted his pace to hers without a word. They passed a statue first—an abstract thing made of iron and bronze, vaguely shaped like a bird mid-flight but warped, twisted into something almost violent. Hector stopped in front of it, tilted his head like he wasn’t quite sure why he bought it in the first place. “This one’s called Ascension. Or maybe Anxiety Wearing Wings. Depends on which way you squint.” Jeanne didn’t laugh, but her lips curved slightly. The first expression that wasn’t numb in hours.

With that, Storm and I turn to each other, "I Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus a descendant of Zues take you Lady Atia Sarai daughter of Hades and granddaughter of Hera as my wife and Empress when we take the throne I promise I will be faithful to you I will respect, trust, help and care for you and this empire this I promise in the presence of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus" say Wateus

Hecate said, complimenting Hestia, and all can Hestia do is blush. Then Hestia gave Hecate a sweet smile through the mirror then reply. "Thank you, love." She replied, grateful. Then Hecate pulled away her arms from Hestia's waist, so she can start putting on some clothes. [Hecate] I walked inside our walk-in closet and I can Hestia, admiring herself, in front of the whole body mirror. She's wearing a grey Hollow out one-piece swimsuit. I just stood to the side, just admiring her from afar. Then she tied her hair up into a messy bun, making her more beautiful.

"Once I am done here, I will make sure to make everything up to you. I promise!" Hestia unpacked after making sure that there were no longer any cameras in the room and just like what Mrs. Charter said, a maid truly did bring a tray of food for her. She thanked her and brought the tray to the small balcony next to her bedroom. From there, she had a good view of the lawn, where several of the materials to be used for the upcoming party were placed for a while. Whatever this party was all about, she would use that chance to stir chaos. She enjoyed her lunch and had her first bite of her dessert. However, her peaceful alone time came to an abrupt end when Venice suddenly appeared right before h

Most of them were women bearing the Galloway name, and all had died before they'd turned forty. As they paused in front of the giant statue she'd spotted from the hedge, she realized it wasn't an angel, but a goddess. Easily ten feet tall, it was solid white marble. The woman's eyes were closed as if in prayer, her face a mask of serenity. Wild long strands of hair swirled around her head, frozen for all time in an unseen wind. A loose robe fell to her ankles, and in one outstretched palm was a sphere. The base held a carved trinity knot. "This is where the pyre was erected, isn't it? Where they..."

Tonight, no one left unmarked. “It is nearly time,” Waylon said neutrally. Marvin nodded, taking one last hit before he found himself standing on the raised platform at the far end of the grand hall. Above it towered a statue, thirty feet high, an ancient faceless god, hewn from black marble and studded with rare gems, its form both masculine and feminine, androgynous. The eyes were hollowed out sockets that appeared to watch over all. Everyone knew what it represented: power, fertility, submission, the exchange of flesh for favor.

Just as he was still in shock, Luna and Jasmine emerged as well. Luna let out a sigh of relief. Jasmine, on the other hand, was experienced in this. When she noticed Alex’s expression, she explained. “This is the goddess’ statue, the head is over here while her body is over there. It’s very huge and no one knows who carved it. It’s an ancient statue after all.” Luna took a few steps back and looked at the statue again. “It’s a woman?”

Apparently, she was nice but the fact that Persephone was pregnant had all the Motherly nature in her fighting with full force to protect her from Leonidas, though Loukas claimed to not support her theory. Leonidas had also met Hestia, who stayed at the lowest part of the Temple, tending to the flame and preparing the foods, keeping the temple clean. She was- Alright, just quite meek and quiet like he had been, though she could not actually speak and she used hand signs to explain anything. The first time Leonidas had seen her do it, he had gotten scared but Loukas had understood it. "Because how can you not?" Plus, Loukas had an extremely soft spot for Hestia, or she, for him. She babied hi