Hestia Statue Novels & Stories

Thomas stared around the room. "I officially dislike this place." Mara folded her arms. "Because it's haunted?" "Because they're staring at me." The statues were indeed unsettling. Their eyes seemed almost alive beneath the flickering silver flames. Elyria stepped toward one of the figures. A queen. Tall, elegant and powerful. The resemblance struck me immediately. The statue looked remarkably similar to her. Elyria touched the ancient stone gently. "My grandmother." Silence settled across the chamber. The realization hit everyone at once.

"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.

This time, it’s shaped like a waxing moon. “The right one is Hecate.” I turned to my side and found Nicole, wearing a pink trench coat under a purple outfit. A neon blinding orange scarf snaked around his neck. “The statues are based on the three lunar deities of Greek Mythology.” I surveyed Hecate’s statue. She is the only one who doesn’t hold a weapon. Instead, her right hand bears a torch while what seems like a snake slither around the Goddess’ neck. A sapphire waning moon shone above her head to where her crown is.

Cia and the three gods have something to talk about. Here is Cia, the main palace of Olympus. There was only Poseidon, Zeus, Hades, and himself. Oh, there's a statue that looks like it's pouring water into a small pond in the corner of the room. Don't forget the cupid statue in the other corner, too. Cia crossed her legs casually. Poseidon just shook his head at the unbeatable behavior of Hecate's child. Then, Zeus cleared his throat as he glanced at Hades, hoping that his brother would start the conversation.

The guy shrugs and shuts up. I scrutinize the statue. The goddess is an incredibly beautiful young girl. Her upper body is bare, her lower half wrapped in a wolf pelt. In her hand, she holds aloft a massive beast’s tooth, her hair loose, flowing down to her waist. Her face exudes nobility and compassion, and her eyes, gentle and serene, are fixed on the mansion gate.

As we walk into the dimly lit gallery of the museum, I am immediately struck by the grandeur of the space. A massive, ancient statue dominated the center of the room, surrounded by smaller pieces of art, artifacts, and relics from various ancient civilizations and moments in history. Bibah wanders off to a large mural on the far end and I make my way towards the towering statue, marveling at the intricate details and the skill of the artisans who had crafted it so many centuries ago. If I’m not wrong, the statue is that of Themis; greek goddess of justice and wisdom, judging from the scales she’s holding up, the sword in her other hand, and the blindfold. But what’s special about this statue

We step out into a long two-story hall. A teal-coloured carpet lays beneath our feet and runs down the length of the hall leading up a small staircase to a platform with two ornate and delicate-looking thrones that appear to be made from the world’s most durable coral. At first glance, the coral looks peach in colour but as the light catches it, it shifts into different colours. To the sides of the thrones are two gargantuan statues depicting the God Ezillus. The statue to the right depicts them in feminine regalia, and the statue on the left depicts them in masculine regalia. A clear tribute to Ezillus’ embodiment of all things masculine, feminine and everything in between.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

Beside him, there was a statue of Amphitrite herself, the beautiful and serene goddess, with flowing hair and a gentle smile on her face. Further along, they saw a statue of Thalassa, the primordial goddess of the sea, embodying its vastness and mystery. Her statue seemed to ripple like water, as if alive with the eternal essence of the ocean. Nearby, there was a statue of Triton, son of Poseidon and messenger of the sea, depicted with his conch shell trumpet in hand, ready to announce his father's commands.

I exhale. “Sure. Let me just go back to dealing with this asshole Leo,” she says with so much exhaustion I almost pity her. The line goes dead. I head back upstairs but stop abruptly when something catches my eye. At the end of the staircase stands a white Greek statue of a naked woman. Maybe it’s always been there, but I never noticed before.