Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

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.

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

When her hand brushed his wrist, his skin felt unusually warm — almost fevered. “Easy now,” she murmured, guiding him toward the adjoining washroom. “We’ll just freshen up a bit.” He moved stiffly, but with surprising grace. There was power in him still, like the echo of a great storm long past. As she adjusted the bathwater, she heard him mumbling under his breath again — a low, rhythmic sound. “What was that, sir?” she asked gently. His lips moved again, barely audible. “…legacy… the line must hold…”

"I don't understand you. You were so happy to divorce Benjamin, yet you came all this way just to bother him. You're like a ghost that keeps haunting us." Hestia turned to Grace and asked, "Is she the mistress who ruined your marriage, Gracie?" "Watch your mouth, old lady." Hestia had never been called an old lady before, and that made her want to laugh. "Do I look that old, Gracie?" As the founder of ME Group, a luxury makeup company, Hestia held all the secrets to aging gracefully and used them to her advantage. Usually, she looked young enough that people would call her "Ms. Riley". Who knew that she would be insulted like this today?

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.

In a remote corner of the countryside, nestled among towering trees and lush greenery, stood the imposing silhouette of a grand mansion. This was the home of Seth Griffin, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, and Alpha of Alphas on this continent. Seth sat in his study, hunched over as if his shoulders literally felt the burden of the responsibilities of his leadership. His features etched with determination as he dialed a familiar number on his phone. He had been putting off this conversation for far too long, but the time had come to pass the torch to the next generation. Even Seth could no longer deny this fate.