Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

This only made him get angry and beat her harder. “I don’t care if you die! I would not take anyone disrespecting me! You don’t do that to me!He kept blabbering like he was a god, insisting on being respected. He did not care if she died. Someone walks into the end and meets her being beaten by Quincy. It’s Andrew, Quincy’s beta who can only do nothing but watch Elena be beaten up. No one can stop Quincy from doing what he wants. It’s her parent’s fault for bringing her to such a man.

I am still shaken up from what I nearly did then but I am happy that the horror scene is finally gone because if I had mistakenly told her about it, all the drama that would have unfolded would feel like a scene in a horror movie to me. You know sometimes I feel like I am hated in heaven or wherever the hell we go to after we die. I have always felt like the Moon Goddess and all her co. Gods hate me very much because if they didn’t all this things happening to me would not have been happening. Maybe it is because of the sins of my father that they hate me this much even though I do not know what even my father can do that would bring this much hate down to his son…or maybe it’s my guts and m

Standing on the dais, the Priestess and the elders stood before the people, with the Priestess in front of them. "Tonight, we all stand here to bear witness as the oldest and most sacred duty that has ensured the perpetuity of our kind be fulfilled, in accordance with the will of the Moon goddess," Fiona began speaking. "Raya, daughter of Lamdan, and Alpha Jamey, of house Koll, please step forward," she instructed. Sighing, I stepped forward, doing my best to suppress the bubbling happiness within me. Jamey walked forward, looking a bit cold with his handsome face. We both faced the Priestess.

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the Graysons' cellar as well as the

They descend deep into the heart of the mountain, where the air smells of ancient stone and dried lavender. In a small room filled with thousands of jars of seeds, they find Elder Hestia. She is so old her skin looks like the bark of an ancient oak, and her eyes are a milky, soft blue. She doesn't look up when they enter; she simply continues sorting tiny black seeds into a clay bowl. "I knew you would come, Alaric Sterling," she says, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "You’ve brought the scent of the spring with you."

"I will prove it, not just with words, but with actions. We will rebuild, we will strengthen our relationships, and we will be the empire that my father had always intended us to be." Her voice softened, but the conviction behind it was undeniable. "This legacy is mine now, but I don’t do it alone. I do it with all of you. Together, we will take the Callahan empire to new heights. Together, we will restore honor to the name and ensure that it thrives for generations to come."

"But this is your last warning Ms. Cirillo. If you hurt my daughter again, in any way. I will do everything in my power to take Hestia away from you, and I will make sure that you will not see her ever again." He said, in a dangerous and menacingly voice. Hecate gulped but nodded. She knew deep within that she will not screw up this chance given to her. She loved Hestia with all of her heart, Hestia is the only one for her and she will not screw this up again. She already knew that her life without Hestia was pure torture. King Atticus stood up, then immediately Hestia embraced her father. How lucky she is to have the best father in the whole world.

"You don't have to go alone, Your Celestial Majesty. I would advise you to take as companions the most powerful guards, the dark queen and her counterparts might attack you dreadfully if they find you." "Call me Lucita!" I snapped. Lucita was the name of the werewolves' goddess and everyone in the moon knew me by that, even external beings knew it as the name of the goddess in charge of the moon. Though everyone knew, no one has ever dared to call by this name. Everyone addressed me as Lucinda did. I was tired of her in particular addressing me as Your Celestial Majesty. Others ought to address me this way but I can spare her this, she's my best friend and personal assistant, she had such li

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.”