Novels by Reagan Moore

In front of me, covered in green foliage, settled into the rolling hills, is a massive stone castle, surrounded by thick black iron gates and stone arches. “What is this place?” I breathe, amazed at the sight in front of me.Even Berlioz seems impressed, stirring in his cat carrier.Apollo smiles, cerulean eyes fixed on the magnificent structure in front of us. “This is yours, Hecate.”“Mine?” I question, raising one brow. “Why would I have a castle in Ireland?”“Gods get bored too.” He smirks, like he’s amused, and gestures towards the castle. “You discovered Ireland in the 1300’s, and decided you enjoyed the architecture of t

Everything around me was destroyed. The blonde man is lying motionless on the floor in a crumpled heap, his sunglasses laying shattered near him. The hostess gapes at me from behind the counter that somehow managed to survive the explosion, though menus are now scattered across the floor and tables are overturned. I turn slowly, surveying the damage, when my eyes connect with a pair of familiar brown eyes. Owen is staring at me in shock, his eyes flitting from the blonde man on the floor to me. “...Thea?” He says uncertainty, and there's a bit of fear in his voice that makes me flinch.I don’t want Owen to be frightened of me, but I can tell that ship has sailed. “Owen.” I say, crossing the room in only a few strides. He scoots back slightly, but I pretend not to notice, embracing him.

“Where the hell have you been?” Owen’s voice is sharper than I’ve ever heard, and I wince slightly at the severity of it as I slowly, calmly close the door of my apartment.He’s waiting at the kitchen counter, perched on one of my black barstools, his arms crossed, brow furrowed. “You’ve been gone for three days, Thea! You didn’t even send me a single text!”It feels weird to hear the name Thea again, now that I know the truth. I pause, unsure of how to explain that Mount Olympus doesn’t have great service. Owen’s expression grows stormier by the second, his anger rapidly increasing. “Uh…” I manage, slowly approaching the counter. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t text you. Stuff came up.”

"It's time to meet the others." Hera's smile is reassuring, her eyes warm and understanding, but I still feel my stomach clench with anxiety, churning like the waves of a gray sea. "Don't fret, Hecate. It'll be fine.""Hera," I say softly after a moment, and I hate the vulnerability in my own voice. "The memory you showed me...Ares, that was his name, right? Were we...." I pause, trying to gather my thoughts, which are frantically scattered in my head, hard to comprehend in the moment. "Together?"Hera freezes, her hand still on the bronze door knob, half way through opening the door to lead us to the ballroom. She regards me carefully for a moment, her expression concerned, before letting out a small sigh. "It is very complicated, Hecate. You see...you are a maiden Goddess. You are not fated to fall in love, or be with a man...however,

"You've been gone so long, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a real friend." Hera's smile is twinged with a sadness that is beyond anything I've ever seen before, her lips pressed together in a straight line of melancholy.I pause, lowering the heavy leather bound book in my hands for a moment to study her. "What about the other Gods?" I ask after a moment, my curiosity gnawing at me unrelentingly as I gazed at the Goddess.She was silent for a long moment, gazing out the window at the soft rain that begins to fall from the darkening sky, her silhouette dark against the bright ivory walls of the library. When she finally responds, I can hear the loneliness in her voice, a sound that pulls at the chords of my heart. "Hecate, they do not see me, not for who I am. To them, I am still the vengeful Queen of the Gods. They would

I stare blankly at Hera, thinking carefully about what she'd said, unable to come up with any sort of imagery of who Hecate-apparently me-might be. Hera purses her lips in a clear sign of disappointment at my lack of recognition, clearly expecting a bigger reaction to her assertion. "Er...I'm sorry." I say finally, shaking my head. "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 Heca