The Goddess Hekate Novels & Stories

"We only believed her because she mentioned things only Michelle would know—like the last conversation you all had. She told us exactly what she said before going to the human world." I scoffed. "So? And that's enough for you?" Kate frowned. "Micha… she's not just 'someone'. She's the creator of the Goldren race. A goddess. A princess of the Vampire Realm. Why would a person of such status lie about being Michelle? What would she gain?" She had a point. I hated that she had a point. "Maybe she just wants to use Michelle's identity to get close to us," I muttered. Zaki snorted. "And who exactly are we that a goddess needs to deceive us? Think, Micha. Don't let your unstable emotions make you

She could not have been communicating with me through my thoughts and my mind. And if she was indeed Ezza, what was the sorcery that she has tried to put me on? How come I was hearing her voice inside my head? How was it possible that she was here, and she knows me, and basically said that "I am her and she is me"? However, I was guessing that the woman had noticed the confused look on my face because she answered my unfinished question and did something unpredictable and disquieting. "No, dear, I am not her, but I am a very close one—" the woman then slowly sank to her knees with her fisted left arm over her right chest, as she bows her head and she said, "we've been waiting for you for so

"But first, I must go to visit the Tree Of Hecate." "The Tree of Hecate?" Dimitri questioned. "Yes, we have a tree that's a gift to us, from the Goddess herself," Isis beamed with pride. "Many millennia ago, Hecate came to earth while on a mission to find the gate of hell. Hades attacked and almost killed her; Hades is God of the underworld. A few people that were living here, found her and nursed her back to health. So in return, she granted them powers of their own. She taught them how to mix potions and cast spells and thus the birth of witchcraft."

First, she hugged Tabitha and Keanu before strengthening her spine to hesitate before Hekate pulled her into a hug. Hekate stood about six feet six inches and dwarfed Saraya. The goddess of witchcraft smoothed her palm against her daughter's hair and then her back and I saw as the mark of death, although not visible to plain eyes, faded from under her garb. I released a shaky breath. Hekate held my gaze from across the room and gave me a nod. 'Thank you,' I said in my head, knowing she would hear me. She gave me a warm smile.

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.

She wiped away the tears that had started falling without my notice. I’m not a mistake, abomination or a destroyer of bloodlines, as I was told, repeatedly. It was as if a weight of darkness didn’t know I had lifted from my shoulders showering me in blinding light. I absorbed what she had told me and paused confused, “Hekate? The Goddess of witches?” I questioned. “Well, yes, you are born to two Goddess me because of your father and Hekate because of your mother. Our little secret, we’ve been friends forever and have been working together."

Beside her, two big black dogs with red eyes were staring at Endora. She gulped nervously and waited for that lady to speak. 'Am I dead? And that's why she is here to take me with her?' She wondered. "You're not dead," Endora heard a soft chuckle from that lady. "I apologize for not introducing myself. "I'm Hecate," she spoke. Endora kept staring at her, wondering who Hecate was. "Goddess of witchcraft," Hecate put pressure on her mind.

Looking up into my eyes, I could see tears near its edges. “After the Moon Goddess left, we all tried to get the answer as to why your eyes were red, yet Brian’s was Hazel. It took months of getting witches, warlocks, and anybody we could get to tell us the reason. While looking for answers, Hecate came to us.” She is the Three-Faced Greek Goddess of Witchcraft. “She explained that while your father was a werewolf, he was also a hybrid.”

He corrects but adds after a pause, "Well, we say The Moon but our world is ruled by the Three Goddesses. Death, Nature, and The Moon. In the human realm, they're known as Hekate, Artemis, and Selene." Hekate. I have seen that name countless times in Azura's notebooks. I stare at him, and he begins to chuckle. Pausing the movie, he sits up and faces me. Taking my hands, he presses his palms against them. "Mates share something called a bond. There's two," He lifts one pair of hands, "The bond between our skin sides. And then the bond between our fur." He lowers that pair and lifts my right hand and his left.

"Who?" She raises one eyebrow, then sighs deeply, plucking a tart gracefully from the plate beside her in a manner that suggests she would not have done so had I not frustrated her. "Hecate. Goddess of Witchcraft, Magic and more." She explains finally with a slight huff as she takes a delicate bite of the tart. "I've never heard of her." I say after a moment, my voice laced with skepticism. "You." Hera sighs after she swallows her bite of tart. "You are Hecate."