Mythology Hecate Novels & Stories

The next day I wake up, and after I put on my school uniform, I go to my first class, history class. "As you know, we have 4 vassal states: the Elves, the fairies, the merfolk, and the vampires. The elves were created by Persephone, as you know, Persephone is the goddess of spring, but she is also the wife of Hades, which makes her the Queen of the Underworld. She actually made two races of elves

Eric began, drawing my attention to him with renewed interest. “I am not going into a history lesson, but the Goddess we pray to is Selene, while for the witches their Goddess is Hecate. Some believe they are one and the same, while others believe otherwise. Honestly, with history, we never really know how much of it we can be sure of. Things have probably been twisted throughout the years.” Eric glanced over at me, but I just kept listening. “Anyway, I think it had to do with Hecate’s relations with Selene is why it is like that for us.” Eric finished.

The houses around me are getting bigger and more luxurious the more we ride up the mountain. Right before we reach the summit, Hermes steers Agape into a road that turns left. “You are meeting Hecate, Selene and Nix at Nix’ place, but I can’t follow you on the last road to Nix’ house. She banned me from the entire street after our last party. You take the next road to your right and keep riding until you see a silver and black gate, it’ll swing open when you approach. Agafya will wait for you until you are finished here and she will find me when you want to go home.” Hermes says, riding off into the sunset and throwing a kiss over his shoulder, leaving me guessing in who Nix and Hecate are.

Lycans from different places gathered here to celebrate their lineage and business prosperity. Bright, annoying lights, fake smiles, and envious gazes, all check. However, Scarlett was wavering in the other dimension that holds the truth of her born. Yes, her born. That book, Nicole had opened today had given her answers as well as making things more complicated for her. Once again, Scarlett was thrust into her questionable notion ..... "This is the book of Goddess Hecate. Mother of witches and witchcraft." Nicole declared, turning her anticipated gaze to Scar. "Probably, the answer to your question."

I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself that I need to be better, stronger, faster. “You know how far away Summer Hill is?” Aunt Jo asks me as she ties the laces on her sneakers. “I do.” It’s going to take us hours to get there. But I needed to run. I need to think about what I want to say to him. Which is why I ask what deity witches pray to. “Hecate. Ora. Witches pray to the goddess Hecate. Wolves pray to the goddess Selene. It is said that Hecate and Selene are friends.” The thought of that comforted me. My aunts may be together in the afterlife if their goddesses are friendly.

I bowed my head as I stood, helping Ismene-Eirene up. “You are welcome. And don’t fret. I am Hades, so I rarely leave the Underworld for anything but business. So, unless there will be souls to collect, we’ll be here ruling our domain and doting on our daughter.” Anicetus nodded. Persephone called for a servant to lead us to our rooms. “Have a good night,” Persephone said, gently lifting Chara from her bassinet. “Good night Lord Hades, Lady Persephone, and Lady Chara. Thank you for your hospitality.” Ismene-Eirene bowed her head.

She felt blessed to have gained his respect, his touch, and the quiet promise of a future they were only just beginning to articulate. But with great love came an equally terrifying capacity for ruin. Turning her face slightly toward the breaking silver light of the sky, Maeve closed her eyes and sent up a silent, desperate prayer. She did not call upon the chaotic elemental spirits or the blood-hungry deities of the hunt; instead, she reached deep within her ancestral knowledge to invoke Hecate, the ancient goddess of the crossroads, the guardian of the night, and the protector of souls traveling through the dark.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

Hel, Circe and Finvarra arrived not long after I took my place in the circle. I knew that Hekate, Selene, and Finvarra were the most on edge about Vincent and his increasing presence, which was becoming more blatant with his acts against them and their children. Hekate was the mother of all witches and magick; her witches were now hiding, fearful of being an unwilling sacrifice to him. Selene was watching many of her wolves' lives be taken, and had intervened as best as she could with several of the unaware warriors of the Blue Ridge pack. Finvarra was the Keeper of all the fairies. The forest surrounding the pack was already suffering from a lack of fairy presence. Life was no longer blosso

Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road. The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks. "Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Hadiya asked, seeing me lost in my thoughts. This place is haunted in some way. Not the paranormal t