Persephone's POV"I always knew about your father but your mother ....I never actually did, until you told me that day about your wolf." He squeezed my hand in comfort as I laid my head on his chest listening to his heartbeats....the only source of my peace."They say that moon goddess blessed Alpha Damien..your father, for his loyalty....she didn't. She wanted followers, worshippers and eventually ...slaves. She molded her spirit into a werewolf- the first one, followed by others who would follow her each command without a question.Alpha Damien was fierce and unwavering but he committed a crime...the felony to fall in love."I stared in his deep eyes only to meet sorrow and I knew something terrible was to follow."Although the other werewolves were allowed to mate, Selene wanted Alpha Damien for herself, she wished for him to be pure and not follow a woman and have his own family, her thoughts were that family makes one weak. She wanted full control over him because she still beli
Persephone's POVFailure, a word so simple but with an impact so strong.. to shatter the foundation of your self belief and faith. Hades draped me in a robe as I shivered from the frost. My father died protecting me and here I was enjoying the worldly pleasures. I was ashamed of myself...of the happiness I felt."But he was put to a curse, how can that happen...how can he die?" I asked with a voice unknown to my own self, it sounded empty."He was killed." Hades weaved his fingers in my hair, stroking softly as I take in a shaky breath, pain filling my lungs."Who killed him?" I asked slowly "This isn't the time Persephone." My eyes widened and I whipped my head so fast, I was surprised it wasn't broken from the force."Screw time, I want to know now." A lump formed in my throat but I pushed it back, my eyes striken with anger, vengeance and rage seemed to dance in my vision."You should rest we will talk about this, I promise.""No, I want to know.""Goddess we will talk about it l
Persephone's POVDeath is an irony....sometimes a curse, an agony, it's impact strong enough to wreck hearts, but when the visionary alters Death is a grace, a blessing, a boon. The ultimate liberation of undecipherable anguish of soul.There is misery and pain when one lives, sometimes not only bound to physical or mental boundaries but the soul gets exhausted from fighting. Death is a curse but again its a blessing as well. My Hades was never a killer but he sure was a liberator, a King. My father told me how he lived like a chained animal...without a conscience, an empty vessel.The moon goddess had power over life, the ultimate command over werewolves, she corrupted my father's soul....so if she can't kill me, my own father will.The thing about this world is that every coin has two faces.....where life ends, the dance of death begins.My father is no longer alive, he is dead, there is no heart beating, no blood thrumming but what is remaining is his journey in the underworld. H
Hades hadn't returned to underworld since past two days and I was panicking. He never does that... Was he still angry from me? I was waiting by the doors all night but he never showed up. Dad told me that it's his duty to ensure the working of world and it is not an issue if he disappears for some days but my conscience screamed otherwise because duty I can completely understand, what was beyond comprehension is that he did not informed me previously.Since the day I am together with him, Hades had not even once done so and right now too something was just not right, I could feel it in my bones.I will go to find him. It was the first time our mind links were separated, an hour ago they just closed off.. I could feel his heartbeat but not his emotions...at least earlier I knew he was safe. I am losing my mind. I need to go right now. "My Queen" a demon warrior called out."Yes?""Eros wants to enter underworld. He wants to meet you."My blood boiled with rage, wasn't last time enoug
Rejection, the most beautiful woman, exquisitely carved out of stars and the most ethereal goddess to ever grace heaven, hell, and immortality of celestial beings was rejected.Serene silver hair spilled on her shoulders, glowing, straight and thick waves falling to her waist, swaying with her each step were now stagnant. Her scarlet lips parted in shock with dark blue eyes showed nothing but fury and astonishment."Are you seriously rejecting me, for a lowlife who isn't even born yet?" her melodious voice that was nothing but a screech at this moment bounced off the magnanimous violet pillars adorned with black pearls and were heard by the male who was opposite to her.Innumerable glass chandeliers embellished the darkroom with the radiance of the sun.A throne was perched at the far end of the courtroom, on the elated ivory turf. Black roses laid on its path with their counterpart silver ones. The man to reject the woman stood from the throne in all his mighty glory with his leathe
Every fiber in the universe hears, every star in the Galaxy responds and each deed has a repercussion. When a soul sufferer the whole Creation cries, the sorrows never to be gone unnoticed. Never curse a fair, never make their heart weep-the ultimate rule of Life. Each breath of the sufferer had an effect and the tormentor has to pay.Moon goddess Selene had broken the rule but time always ruled and the person to hold its reins was captured in his own world....it won't be long when his chains will be destroyedso will the goddess' destiny.A child was born with eyes of ocean. Sweet nectar seemed to flow as her cry rang first time. Dark blue eyes with an aquamarine tint seem to glimmer with joy. Her mother clasped her mouth crying the tears of joy as her father held her small wrist wondering what had he done so good in life to be blessed with such an angel.Her brown hair in small wavy curls seem to be flowing with wind, soft breeze caressing her with utmost affection.The oblivion
The vein in his neck twitched while his hands convulsed violently as if stopping himself from wrapping around the little omega's neck standing before his mate....that little female that had an aphrodisiacal aroma, he could not wait to fill up her body with his seed, so much so that she would be nothing but his doll ready to take him in whenever he wished it.No matter how many people were there, she must be his perfect sex slave.The demeanor of the pack house changed with his presence. A little girl was pushed by his slave behind her.Alpha Adrian stalked towards Persephone, fire in her sapphire eyes still flaring like embers.He hated the courage she possessed,the power she asserted....a born Luna who didn't required an Alpha to rule. Adrian had tried to repress her in all ways possible after the death of her parents but she was like a weed and no matter what she did not left her pride.His blue orbs took in the way she stood. with grace and honor, her body untouched, immersed in in
The Rule of AlphasKindness is often mistaken as fragility while viciousness as an insigna of strength.Love runs the world ....trust builds it, love is unconditional but trust is sparse. Never challenge an Alpha, the unspoken rule or if you do make sure he takes his last breaths in your feet.Persephone was always aware of the consequences of her actions. Hurting your mate was considered as the highest crime...the punishment- trial and death but hurting an alpha could make her fall into the depths of heavy torment.Running with the children late at night the sky seemed to glow with the celestial glimmers.Their steps came to an abrupt halt as all five children stared doe eyed towards a beautiful clearing leading to a path, lit with thousands of fireflies, sacred blue lilies adorned the small stream running nearby.A beautiful sight which seemed to calm the hearts of the younglings. "You have to run with all your might, that's the Alpha's house in front of you ...... kids don't loo