Legacy Of Hestia Novels & Stories

she purred, stepping forward, "let’s see how lucky you really are." With all the strength I had left, I forced myself to run. My legs felt like lead, my body screaming in protest, but survival pushed me forward. That when I spotted Luke in the distance. He stood there, gasoline in one hand, a lighter in the other, his expression grim and resolute. A thought crossed my mind—burning this place down wasn’t such a bad idea. It was the only way. “Do it, Luke! Do it now!” I shouted, my voice raw and desperate.

"Do you still remember him? But you said you don't remember anything. I'm not familiar with him, so I suppose he wasn't a close acquaintance of yours." Upon hearing Jessie's words, Hestia shook her head hesitantly. "It's not that I still remember him. It's just that I do know someone named Julian." "What?" Hestia furrowed her eyebrows. Julian was a collaborator on her father's new project, specializing in medicine. Whenever he visited the house for business discussions, he always brought gifts for Hestia. Thus, she was somewhat familiar with Julian and would consult him when she had questions related to medicine.

“Are you a God?” “Better than a God. I’m a God and a Monster. I’m known as a Typhon and an enemy of Zeus. Wisdom is Zeus's granddaughter and mother of Chickpea. Everyone at Mount Olympus is talking about her. Don’t know what all the excitement is all about. Rumor is she killed Hestia. I don’t believe that for one second. Zeus killed Hestia to make others believe his granddaughter was powerful. How can a half-shifter and half-God become so powerful? She’s nothing more than a Demigod.” Tyon standing in front of Lucius. You want the surface. I want Mount Olympus.

' The duel between her and Cassidy had ceased, and the spectators were now murmuring in confusion, unsure of what was happening. “Please...just accept me. The Moon Goddess’ gift is holy. No one can stop that!” Hestia implored. At that moment, she seemed like an entirely different person—begging, whimpering. It was evident that she believed this was a sign of being mated with someone and this mating thing is sacred and must be honored. “I can stop that,” I sneered down at her. “Cassidy has stopped hers too.” “But she and Brandon rejected each other—”

“…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.”

The infernal flames crawled from the frozen ground to the horizon. The light that it emitted raised Levi’s hackles. Standing like a mountain at the apex of the backyard with nothing but piles of ash surrounding the dark figure that breathed fumes, its presence spoke nothing but disaster. Gone were the beautiful ice skating rink made for Hestia and the sculpted ice statues that decorated every nook and cranny of the backyard, replaced by the chaos that swallowed Hestia’s favorite place.

I had taken back everything that once belonged to my father and me. The first thing I did was move my father's grave from that lonely hill behind the old estate to the best cemetery in the city. I replaced his headstone with a new one, carved with his real name: Will Hampton. Abby took me to the coast. She rented out an entire stretch of ocean and a luxury cruise ship just for us. I stood on the deck, watching the city lights glitter in the distance, feeling lighter than I ever had before. My revenge was complete. My father's name was cleared.

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o

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I narrow my eyes to dark slits, facing the strange woman flanking me in the backseat. "If you are here for a fight, I would like a name before I destroy you." "To think I created your likes." She sighs, shaking her head. "It's been my one regret." I stare at her while it clicks. Immediately, I bow before the moon goddess, our protector. The one who created the first werewolves and called us legacies. The same one who is about to destroy her creation. "Tuiren." My tone is apologetic, but she places her hand on my shoulder blade and tells me to look at her. I'm surprised she's human as I really look at her. Maybe I expected someone tough and god-like, like the myths have told.