The Goddess Hekate Novels & Stories

[Hestia] "OHHH... HECATE!!" I screamed Hecate's name as she keeps eating my pssy nonstop. It's been my third orgasm and Hecate keeps eating me. Hecate is relentless. "Hecate... I can't..." I said and I can feel my legs getting weaker. I didn't know why I came here. It was a spur at the moment decision for me. I wasn't even sure that she lives here.

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.

She said confidently before turning to my sister to introduce herself for the first time we met. "By the way, I don't think I introduced myself properly. I'm Hecate and it's nice to meet you, chief healer Thea." When her somewhat cheerful voice rang out me and Thea looked at each other, surprised by her answer. "Hecate? As in-" "Queen of witches? Yes, definitely!" Before Thea could finish her question, Hecate chimed in to complete it and sat beside Eva as if nothing unusual happened here. 'Did I kept a freaking goddess imprisoned in MY dungeon for a fucking week? And did I just agreed to bet against a goddess?' As a cold shiver ran through my body I wondered in my mind involuntarily.

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he sits down. “Tell me, Alpha Enrique, do you believe in the gods?” I cock a brow. “Yeah, maybe.” “Then do you believe that there was a time that the gods once walked this very earth?” “I guess so, there’s a lot of shit that exists that sounds unbelievable. What's a few immortals?” He smiles, “Then let me tell you about the daughter of the goddess Hecate. The Lesser Goddess, Circe.” This story has not begun and I already know I’m in for a long headache.

he rasped. Her gaze softened, the sharpness of command melting into something warmer. “Hush now,” she murmured, moving to his side. She knelt with elegant ease, placing her palms gently against his temples. Silver light flowed from her hands in soft, graceful ribbons, winding their way through his veins like moonlight chasing shadows. The black venom hissed as her magic touched it, retreating like darkness before dawn. The healers looked on in stunned silence. “She’s… the Matriarch,” someone whispered reverently. “The head of the Moon Readers.”

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

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.

In the preservation of the survival of their kind, they fled into the unknown while their prey become protected—recuperating their strength and numbers for another fated day. Hecate, the Goddess of sorcery along with other stagnant God’s found themselves enthralled by the battle between their equals. Without delay, the world soon held a multitude of creatures that joined in the crusade of good and evil—darted across the globe while each species carefully chose the side for which they would wish to fight for until their last dying breath. No different from the others, Hecate felt compelled by the brewing battle of all battles looming on the horizon, no longer wishing to be a bystander and mis

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa