Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

And so, Hestia put it upon herself to at least put a limit to the girl who is busy laughing to herself and jumping up and down on her bed. “Yulia, please calm down for a moment.” Hestia said to the girl but was ignored. She tried again, this time, presenting the mini pouch that she has with her. “I have new tools~” Hestia said in a singsong voice, and Yulia did then pay attention to her. Yulia looked at the pouch that Hestia held up to the air for a good few seconds and then came down from her bed. She then proceeded to grab the pouch from Hestia but the latter quickly took it out of reach of Yulia. “Nope, I will only give this to you once we have cleaned your place up.” Hestia said to the n

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact I have been so long-standing that temptation finally snapped his restraint. I have been the longest-standing goddess since the likes of Selene and Aphrodite... Hestia. You know, the first gens that lived with him. The ones that have come to pass or have retired from their roles, handing down their duties and gifts to the next generation. I suppose that's half of what Zeus has been doing. He gave his lightning to Theseus and his ability to move stars and planets to goddess Astrata. Could he be coming to the end of his life?

‘I guess you are flattering me Sir,’ Ima said yieldingly. ‘You should know that am not the type of men who shower flatteries anyhow, I call the truth as it is. The old woman, May her soul continue resting in peace, wasn’t wrong when she named you the sole heir to her empire. She saw what thousands failed to spot in you and am sure wherever she is, she is very proud of you.’

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.

I began singing inwardly. “Goddess damn it, Lucy. After all this, I’m never letting you drink wine or take drugs ever again. I’ll force my way out of I have to.” Hestia rounded another bend and opened a door, finding a supply closet full of cleaning agents and tools. “Here. At least the chemical smell should help hide us.” She sighed.

They would somehow procure their bodies and do justice to them. As much as they were a bunch of backstabbing snitches, they went to great lengths to honour their dead. But they didn't deserve the right to honour Fiona, and I wasn't going to give it to them. I laid her carefully next to Peggy, making sure to close their eyes for them. "Hestia, maiden goddess of the hearth and home. Let your embers guide these souls to a glorious afterlife. And let their ashes soar through the sky, forever carried by the winds they enjoyed while they lived." I prayed as I stretched my hand out over Fiona and Peggy.

Her hands were rough from years of hard labor, yet her touch carried more warmth than all the gilded heaters in my father's mansion. "It's a hiding place, Evelyn," she said fiercely, her eyes burning with a desperate, protective fire. "It isn't glamorous. The roof leaks, the floorboards groan, and the village people will look at us like we're trash clinging to the fringe of their world. But it is a fortress. Because inside these walls, you are alive. And as long as you breathe, the Coker name isn't dead."

"I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city." Lyra lowered her knife, but she didn't let go of it. "My father is a coward. But the blood didn't die with him. It’s here. And it’s in my child." Hestia nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to Lyra’s stomach. "The True Heir. The Council thinks they can kill a legend, but legends don't die easily. They just hide until the world is ready to bleed for them." The old woman gestured to a pile of soft furs near the fire. "Sit. Eat. You are exhausted, and the shadow of the Enforcer is still clinging

I would create a world where no wolf had to beg for meat or fear the lash of a silver whip. And I would never, ever let the South, or Rhys dictate the terms of my life again. The heavy thud of the door bolt sliding back made my ears twitch in the darkness. A sliver of light from the corridor spilled in, followed by the familiar, brisk scent of dried herbs and old parchment. Hestia stepped inside, pausing as her eyes adjusted to the wreckage I had made of the furniture. "Goddess, child, you’re sitting here in a tomb," she murmured. She struck a flint, the orange glow of a single candle flickering to life on the wall.

" Diego couldn't shake the weight of her words. He knew what was at stake. They weren't just trying to stay alive anymore. They were fighting to protect their children's future, the legacy of their bloodline, and the very soul of the werewolf race. "We do this together, Diego," Mariana said, her voice steady but full of the pain of their journey. "Stop running away from our fate. As a family, we face it head-on. Diego could feel the power growing inside him and the weight of his bloodline pushing against him as the battle raged on in the distance. His greatest strength had become a curse that could kill them all. But he had to use it to fight the darkness that had grown from his legacy.