Anime Persephone Novels & Stories

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Princess Ana said with a smile. "We all have our own amazing stories my dear. Especially you! Because you might have a tough destiny ahead but believe me you can turn it into a beautiful one," Persephone said to her before she disappeared. "Wait!" she tried to stop her but she already disappeared. "She went back to the underworld, it's not yet time for spring," she heard her mom's voice. She excitedly turn around to see her. "Mom," she called with her eyes sparkling. "It feels so good to hear you calling me that." Aphrodite smiled and walked closer to her.

I couldn't remember the last time I slept or ate. Persephone has an endless routine, barely leaving her castle wing. She starts by cultivating the prairie where large green trees screen the ugly dark walls, giving an illusion of a surrounding forest. With each step, she sprouts wildflowers among the tall grass, a perfect hide-and-seek spot for pixies when they play with her. She then rests submersed in tepid hot springs. I cool the waters at her demand before bringing her favorite snacks—a bowl of grapes and a bottle of translucid maroon wine. I wait off her hours-long hydration, waiting for the following schedule. She often dismisses me to wash her clothes, scrub the heated rocks and prepar

A woman reaches through the portal and takes his hand so she can walk securely down the plank. Persephone looks like she is standing in the shade. The lights of the room don’t dare touch her. The dichotomy of her beauty contrasted with her sallow features makes her difficult for the mind to process. Her black flowy dress floats around her even though there is no breeze in the room. She tied her brown hair in a neat, tight bun. Her eyes are somewhere between hazel and gray. Deep purple eyeshadow interrupts her ashen skin. Matching purple lipstick gives her a corpse like appearance.

he said, reaching out to hold his wife’s hand when he said ‘we. Persephone was even harder to read. Perhaps it was because she was the daughter of The Zeus? Nurture over nature, but I’m not sure. I have only met The Zeus once, and he did seem to have a stern face with a schooled impression. But that school expression didn’t stay when she looked from the hope chest to Chara. I saw sadness as she looked at Chara, sucking her thumb in her sleep. "We are both thankful for the actions you've taken, Lord Ares," she said, squeezing her husband's hand back. "The money within will be used to help Chara. You've done much for us." she nodded.

"The only way you'll find is straight to hell!" Adrenaline numbs all my feelings, there is no more pain in my feet or body, it magically disappears. There's only Henric and me. (...) Cosmo I watch in awe as Persephone in all her devilish glory, she was a goddess, a queen. My queen. She opens a clean cut on Henric's belly and sticks her hand inside his stomach, the scream and cry reverberates through the walls that keep many stories of all the lives that were lost there.

“I should have apologized to you then, my lady. But your mother turned me into an owl. My lord was not able to turn me back into my original form then because he cannot cross your mother. It was only after his reincarnation that the master has given me the ability to return to my original form for limited time. I am terribly sorry for the troubles I caused you, my lady. I was only focused in serving my master then and did not consider your opinion on the matter.” Angelique did not know what to say. Until now, she thought of Persephone as a different, unrelated woman to herself. She does not recall any of Persephone’s memories. She doubts she has the goddess’ powers. “It is okay, Ascalaphus.

He never spoke, which was fine by the goddess. As Persephone went under the trellis where the spiraling vines were hanging, she lifted the dark-green leaves and found new blossoming orchids with lustrous tender petals. Suddenly, a voice she had never heard before called out to her. Persephone twirled herself around and saw a strange presence of a nymph inside her garden. The strange female had a particular look with pale skin, slightly pointed ears, and piercing coal-black eyes. Her flowing red hair brushed against the chilling breeze like flames.

I hold her to me, cry into her hair, until her body begins to glow and slowly fades from my arms. And then… nothing. No body. No breath. Only a vacuum. Like the room itself exhales something ancient and strong. “It’s done,” Persephone says softly.

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.