Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

"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.”

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

​The Infirmary of Whispers ​Upon arrival at the Anchorage, the village was far from welcoming. The Council of Elders stood at the pier, their faces hardened by a century of stories about the Sterling "Gods" who had abandoned the Earth. To them, Vesta wasn't a refugee; she was a scout for the apocalypse. ​"She goes to the Deep Basalt," Hestia commanded, her voice brooks no argument. "The cave where the Librarian was first housed. The stone will dampen her signal so the ships can't use her as a homing beacon."

"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

He was overwrought yet grateful as he said, “Mr. East, save me! Save my Yggdrasill family! My granddaughter Hermione Yggdrasill is now the Plenilune Sect’s core disciple and has acquired the Goddess’ Legacy. Even the Plenilune Sect’s sect master wishes to take her as a disciple. She will be the leading figure of the Plenilune Sect in the future. Mr. East, if you help me this time, the Plenilune Sect will definitely thank you with great rewards.” “The Goddess’ Legacy?” Charioce East froze for a moment, but obviously, there was a fleeting passion in his eyes. “That’s right. It’s the Goddess’ Legacy, and it’s even from a living goddess.” “...” This time, Charioce East was even more surprised.

She wore a simple, charcoal-grey suit and carried a small, pulsating amber cube. ​"Alpha Rhea. Apex Elias," the woman said. Her voice was calm, but it lacked the artificial warmth of Chancellor Valerius. "I am Hestia. I am not here for an audit, a harvest, or a treaty. I am here to deliver a 'Notice of Obsolescence.'" ​"More Council riddles?" Rhea asked, her hand dropping to the hilt of her dagger.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

Not the corrupt Elder Marcus who sat on the council now, but a leader who had died decades ago. "The Delvin line has always held leadership in Nightfall Pack," Mom's letter continued. "It's hereditary, passed down through blood and responsibility. Your brothers, Xavier, Dorian, Lucian and Soren all carry the Alpha gene, all born to lead. But you, my darling girl, you're special. You're my only daughter. The one who would inherit my council seat and carry on the Delvin legacy through the female line." "She knew." Soren's voice was rough with emotion.