Anime Persephone Novels & Stories

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.

Ambrosio laughed. He was referring to Ikapati and Mapulon, the god of seasons, prized daughter. Every Queen Aswang was connected to her: Princess Anagolay, the daughter of lost things. Anagolay was sacred to the children of the Ikapati Tribe, and the child goddess offered wandering baby aswang and humans alike special protection against Tikbalang hunters and trickster wind spirits. Catarina smiled like a knife, her violet lips, crimson eyes, and bronzy skin shining like a wind chime.

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

“What does she look like?” “Um, Middle-Eastern or African descent, maybe? She had her hair wrapped in a headscarf and her sunglasses were really big, so it hid a lot of her face.” “Alright. They are in their rooms now?” “Yes, Alpha.” I sit and think for a moment. Who names their child Persephone? She was the queen of the underworld in Greek Mythology? Luckily, I have an expert to answer those sorts of things. “Musu, I need you to look something up for me,” I send her a mind link.

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.”

I frown at her slightly, wishing I knew her name, wishing I could respond to her clear excitement. She smiles brightly, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. "Don't worry, I know about your memory loss. No worries that you don't remember me. I'm Persephone, and you and I were very good friends." Persephone. I wish I had studied Greek mythology more frequently now, as I search my brain for answers. After a moment, it comes to me. "The Goddess of Spring. Queen of the Underworld." "That's right!" She beams, offering me a nod. "It's been a while since I've seen you. I'm glad you're back and well."

“We cannot outwit his intelligence after all. He is a Tademono after all.” Recalling the harsh fact they cannot neglect, her frown deepened. “Then what do you suggest?” Kriss asked, trying to maintain his posture.. He was already in a state of bewilderment and emotional stress, further puzzle would only test his silence and patience. “Sir Azen already told me what happened at the war. Persephone is the strongest warrior of Aziel, people fear her name.” His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name with a dried throat to wonder where she led their talks to.

Delta Persephone boasted as I heard the phone changing hands. “Hale, hey. So …. Fuck… You aren’t going to… win. Now then. We got the name… Silvercloud… on the guy. We dug… of fuck… up everything we could from birth to today.” Persephone’s voice kept changing pitch, and I did not want to know what her mate was doing to her. I suppose she shouldn’t have challenged him.

She turned, And stepped through the final door, Back in the shrine, a crack tore through the air. Flame surged, The impostor screamed, And Liora reappeared But she was not alone, The child version stood beside her, No longer crying Now part of her, Whole. Sera whispered, “She brought her shadow back.” Altheya gasped. “That’s not possible…” But the impostor stumbled backward. “Impossible,” she hissed. Liora stepped forward. “Then believe it anyway.” But before anyone could strike, The sky tore, A hole opened above the shrine, pitch black, and in its center,The god from the Temple of the Ash Crown. Seven arms, Crown of whispers, And in its hand Kael, Alive And smiling.