Mythology Hecate Novels & Stories

This time, it’s shaped like a waxing moon. “The right one is Hecate.” I turned to my side and found Nicole, wearing a pink trench coat under a purple outfit. A neon blinding orange scarf snaked around his neck. “The statues are based on the three lunar deities of Greek Mythology.” I surveyed Hecate’s statue. She is the only one who doesn’t hold a weapon. Instead, her right hand bears a torch while what seems like a snake slither around the Goddess’ neck. A sapphire waning moon shone above her head to where her crown is.

Alec Romanov was a great sailor until he fell in love with the goddess Hekacy. Surprisingly, the word "heka" in the Egyptian language is also both the word for "magic" and the name of the god of magic and medicine, Heka. Hekacy was the chief goddess presiding over magic and spells. Not only was she the one responsible for bestowing the first men the secret knowledge of using the art of witchcraft, she was also said to be the mother of necromancy. Not only that, but she holds a certain domain in the underworld as well and it was she who would appoint her lover the sacred task of ferrying souls who died at sea to the worlds beyond using the famed, Phantom Ship.

Vidar steps up next, handing her a single belladonna flower, which she places gently on the shroud. “This is the point in the ceremony where my witches would ask for my blessing,” Hecate says with a soft smile. “As the goddess of the crossroads, I guide all transitions—life, love, death, rebirth. I watched Nyx pass not into Summerland, but into Tartarus. She was calm. She knew she had fulfilled her purpose.” She pauses. “And I am also here for you. Because you are standing at a crossroads of your own. Grief. Love. Memory. Transformation. I will hold space for all of it. Because none of us truly die—we simply become something new.”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

she turned to face me. “…And you know how she is.” She said and shrugged. Ravenna was the most trusted disciple of Hecate. I have always seen her with Hecate since I was brought up in her coven but unlike Hecate, she didn’t like me from the first sight. She didn’t age either which I believe was doing of Hecate. Hecate was the goddess Afterall. The almighty goddess of underworld. She could do anything. I was a fool to believe Hecate needed me back then.

I asked him, panic thick in my voice as I suddenly looked around in fright and waited for whatever this evil may be to suddenly attack me since I was aware of its existence. "Tis a tale, is it not?" he casually spoke with a shrug and I shook my head. "There is truth in myths, Abigor. You of all people should know that," he was a man of intelligence, no doubt a man that should be aware of truths in all matters myth or folklore, "and what you have described...only one mythical creature is capable of sucking the blood out of its victims..." Master Abigor looked down at me, his eyes emotionless yet eager. The left corner of his lips slightly raised as he gave me a slow blink, "and which mythical

He is the son of Zeus and Maia. Demeter : Greek Goddess of agriculture, fertility, sacred law and harvest. She is the sibling of Hades, Zeus, Poseidon, Hera and Hestia and the mother of Persephone. Hephaestus : Greek God of fire, metalworking, forges and the art of sculpture. He is the son of Zeus and Hera and the husband of Aphrodite. ( Most of you must be familiar with the character leo valdez from Heroes of Olympus.) Hestia : Greek Goddess of hearth, home, family, domesticity, architecture and the state. She is a virgin goddess and is the sister of Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, Demeter and Hera.

“I know that there things you can do that no one else can. You have abilities that most Lycans don’t.” Elsbeth looked at them both for a while before sighing. “What’s yer name, lassie?” She looked at Melissa. “My name? Melissa.” Melissa was a little taken aback at the abrupt change in the conversation. “An’ Melissa, what do ye know of the daughters of Hecate?” Elsbeth’s strange eyes almost seemed to glow. Melissa blinked a few times. “Hecate? As in the Greek goddess of witchcraft?” “Somethin’ like that, yeah.” Elsbeth motioned for her to go on.

What happened with them? I ask, totally clueless. She just stared at me pointedly. "Don't pretend like you don't know." "Know what?" "Oh, my goodness. You really don't know." She gasps out loud when she sees my eyes to see I'm being sincere about my confusion. "Okay, this is a really fun game but I'd really like to know what you're talking about," I said, a bit tired. "Helen is a Ramsey, in fact, Helen is the daughter of Peytr Ramsey who is also a powerful shifter and controls most of the other regions of the city.

Her father’s body seemed to sag with relief. “After the soul transfer. I will stay for a while. Let you say really say goodbye to her.” I don’t think they know what to say to that. But they will when the time comes. “No one is to know about this. It has never happened in the past.” I told them both. Just before Hecate appeared. Her appearance can be alarming if you’re not used to seeing her. Hecate has dark hair and dark eyes. For supernatural occasions, which this is, Hecate wears dark clothes and a spiked headpiece. She looks like an evil witch.