Mythology Hecate Novels & Stories

He stared at the table to avoid eye-contact and continued. “Long time ago, I make a deal with the witch named Hecate. She was the head of her coven; you probably know by now it was none other than The Oracle.” I was naïve and stupid to think that they will help me. I trusted them and make a deal.” he said and balled his fists. His knuckles turned white. “Hecate was pure evil, she thought of herself as some goddess. They are hungry of power. They tricked me and when I knew that, it was already late, so I ran and didn’t completed my part of deal.”

Rama purred softly as he dozed off on the couch's curved back, where he had curled up to sleep. Raquel cast her eyes around the room and admired the paintings that hung on the walls as well as the figurines of the goddesses Morrigan, Hathor, and Vesta that adorned the mantel. Morrigan was the goddess of war and sorcery, while Hathor was the goddess of cunning. Vesta was the goddess of fire. The statue of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, which was almost as tall as she was and stood in the alcove next to the fireplace, was her favorite piece. It was good to be back in my own home. She had washed for a quarter of an hour, trying to wash away the stench of the Graysons' cellar as well as the

Around thirty dark animals like swift horses, pregnant sows were offered to Gods of underworld. The passionate lady performing all the rituals was so involved as if she could bring underworld for her deities Erebus and Hecate. Her black cloak with oversized hoodie was covering ample amount of the face, hiding her beautiful, yet dangerous features. The way her hand didn't shake a bit while chopping heads of innocent animals spoke volumes about her cruelty. She was sure that Erebus would be enjoying the darkness offered to him but Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft, magic, evil was yet to be pleased. Without removing her eyes from the platform of death where heads were chopped, she ordered her twel

It’s the creepiest shit I’ve ever seen. “Odysseus. I should have known. Why are you here? Who are these with you?” “These are followers of Hecate and children of Selene,” he says, gesturing to us. “Witches and werewolves,” Briareus mutters. Curious, not angry. “Why would you enter Tartarus?”

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.

Apollo wailed, his fall from glorious god to powerless immortal now complete. The Underworld guards strode forward without expression, forcibly dragging the pathetic, writhing form of Apollo and my still-crying parents from the hall. The great doors slammed shut, sealing away the noise and ugliness for good. The cheers of the gods and spirits rose once more. This time, there were no interruptions. I turned and looked at my husband. He was watching me, his dark eyes reflecting my crowned image. "My Queen," Hades said, his voice a warm, gentle rumble. "Welcome home."

I hit the floor. It felt like an invisible hand was crushing my chest. I couldn't breathe. "Because of your own stupidity and cruelty!" Hecate’s voice sliced through my denial. "You let your feelings blind you. You forced most of your divine protection onto Adonis. You even ordered dark magic to strip Aiden of his manhood and his very power!" "No... I did it to..." "Shut up!" Hecate snapped. "Your dark magic destroyed his life force. It snuffed out his destiny! You personally cut off his fated gifts and pushed him into a dead end!"

I say, understanding my sister’s excitement, if not the reason for Ellis having to leave. “Sloane Hartwell, Slade Hartwell, and Scarlet Chapman.” I frown. Slade is an Alpha heir. Scarlet is the daughter of a Beta. But Sloane ... I look at my sister, and I can see that she’s figured it out too. “Holy Mother Moon Goddess!”

Theo asks my Mom, and she nods in response. "Who's Hecate?" Saul finally speaks up. "Goddess of Magic," Theo said, leaning back in his chair. I could tell that Saul hadn't studied much about the Gods and Goddesses. As werewolves, they worshipped only one, while Fae worshipped all of them.

She was meant to be a guardian, but she had watched me undergo pain upon pain while she was watching from her high seat, sipping whatever. "I prayed to the goddess Hecate, and she truly heard me. It's such a blessing to serve a goddess that truly cares!" Hanna exclaimed. The goddess Hecate and not the goddess Selene? Who was Hanna? For all I knew, the goddess Hecate was associated with witchcraft. I stared at Hanna intently for the first time.