Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

The snippets of their conversations blew the minds of every clueless guest present. "Theo, do we really have to give the baby to Izzy after it's born? I'm worried that she won't take good care of our child." Sabrina panted as she hugged Theodore's neck flirtatiously, leading him to kiss her lips with great pleasure. "Don't worry. With my dad and your mom on our side, Izzy surely won't mistreat the child. Besides, our son is the Cloud family's future heir. How could Izzy possibly not treat him well?" he reassured her.

" 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.

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 dragged the key from Fred’s hand and walked back to Nat so I could uncuffed her and take her home but as I turned my back on them that was when I heard the dreaded words come out from Zara’s lips, I tried to ignore her words and treat them as irrelevant and inconsequential but I couldn’t because this time she said it slowly so I would get and process every word coming from her mouth and that was when the words really sinked down into my mind. “She is the daughter and only child of Alpha Josh, the Alpha of Silvercrest Pack. He is the man that murdered our parents and Pack members, he is the one that caused this unending war that Whitefang has going on now. Him and Alpha Seiko are the ones r

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

My pulse thundered in my ears, a rhythmic, violent beat. "She has no authority over medical triage," I snapped. "She is the future Luna of the Citadel—or so the staff believes," Hestia said with a bitter, toothless smile. "The other healers are terrified of her. I only made it because I’m technically off-duty today. I had to smuggle this kit out through the laundry chutes. If her guards catch me here, this old hide of mine will be the next thing on the tanning rack." I looked at Hestia’s gnarled, trembling hands as she tried to clean the yearling’s wounds, then at the rows of suffering men who would likely lose limbs, or lives, without proper neutralizing agents.

"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.

"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