The Goddess Hekate Novels & Stories

Drake asked. "Whoever wears that means she is the Legendary Goddess. There are plenty of necklaces that can identify the legendary goddess. The necklace has a mixture of symbols of two races. It just looks like the necklace that Sophie is wearing. The crescent moon symbolizes the race of vampires. The blue full moon symbolizes the race of wizards. It means that Sophie is half vampire and half wizard. " When the king said that, our eyes almost popped out. S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses?!

This bashful maiden act has got to go. She grabs my chin with her thumb and fore finger making me look at her. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, magic, and ghosts. And on to you I grant access to my powers, may you use them wisely and may they help you on your quest.” She leaned forward resting her forehead against mine while running her hands down my arms. When she interlaced her fingers with mine, I felt this shock, and a surge of power ran through me. But I could finally truly see her. Hecate’s aura was lilac as were her eyes.

Hecate was not just any name. In Greek mythology, she was the goddess of death. Why would Logan take a potion with the name of the goddess of death? I watched Morgana mix it with a little water. Could it be poison, isn't it? — Logan, why is this named Hecate, the Greek goddess of death? — Do you know who she is? This is really impressive. I could see Logan looking at me, and he didn't seem very eager to answer my question, probably because he knew I wouldn't accept his decision so easily.

Something catches my eye, or someone more like I swear I saw Hekate, but when I look back, she isn’t there anymore. I don’t fear her, in all honesty. Hekate doesn’t have anything to do with how her witches act most of the time. She only has contact with a few of her white witches who practice pure magic. Most of the witches I run into are dark witches who are searching for the eternal flame to give them everlasting power.

Her dark lipstick was highlighted as though she wanted to look tough which she was… The strange woman raised her hand before fisting it into a punch, ceasing every rogue from attacking our men above. “Let me introduce myself,” she began, a smirk playing at one corner of her lips. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft… and also, Selene’s sworn enemy.” Recognition dawned on me that this woman was the same woman we’d heard talking to Levi. What the hell? If this Goddess was in love with Levi then who exactly was Levi?

"You're actually not wrong when you say your shrine is of great value. But then, we didn't keep watch over it for our own selfish reasons." "Then why did you....?" "It's Hecate." "What are you talking about?" Brienne asked, her forehead creasing into lines. They all knew who Hecate was, and it was a surprise that she was being brought up in a matter pertaining Bri's shrine. "She may have inhabited your shrine." "What?! That's im...." "It is very possible, Brienne." Keturah cut her off. "Moreover, the goddess; Hecate, only dwells in places with extreme power and purity."

That alone is enough to let Auntie Charlie deflect them with her shield without getting scorched. Then—another goddess appears beside us. It’s hard to look at her, not because she’s frightening, but because she changes. One moment a young woman in blue. Then a pregnant mother in red. Then an old woman cloaked in black. Hecate. “We’ll handle Alecto,” Hecate says, gesturing to the insectile one. “You all take Megaera.” She nods toward the others sprinting across the bridge—Meredith, Gael, Hakeem. Nora, Edward, Jareth climbing the stairs. Citra, Michael, Jaiden exiting the tunnel. And behind them—Isaac, Lacy, Odysseus.

“What kind of tea is this?” A small smile plays on Hecate her face. “Tea of the gods. Now focus and listen to me. You have the magical power of a Goddess, that means you influence the elements and not just earth, wind, fire, water and spirit. You influence all eight elements. Earth, wind, fire, water, spirit, ice, darkness and light. I’ll show you small examples of what I mean.” Hecate takes her own cup of tea and swirls her hand above the cup. Her eyes start glowing a bright green, just like mine do when I access my powers and the tattoos on her skin seem to follow her movements. Following the trail of her swirling fingers are small strings of tea.

In a time when all three races lived together as one and the Lycans ruled the realm, there was a prince. He was Hekate, and he was heir to the throne. It is said that Hekate was born on the night of the blood moon. Cursed, they called him. Strange, they said. A bad omen, they named him. The Moon Goddess’s priestess had taken one look at him and had told the King and Queen that he would bring destruction upon the realm. He would be better off dead as a child.

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.