Anime Persephone Novels & Stories

"Would you like to hold her?" "Um, Okay."He replied. He was hesitant, he's nervous about this. I picked Penelope up from her playpen and held her a moment before passing her to him. I made sure to do it in such a way that it was ever so slow, since he's never actually held a child before. "Hi, Penelope."He was looking at her and holding her little hand."She looks like you, I'm sure you hear that a lot." "Actually I hear it more that she looks like you. I think it's the eyes."It was definitely the eyes. It was ever more clear to me having them both in the same room.

Ashina looks at me and apologizes, "I really don't know why I behaved like a child. Being a child or a teenager wasn't part of my daily routines because I was raised to go to war. Please accept my apologies and I will try to control this erratic behavior." Suddenly, I knew the moon goddess had chosen the right person to take down Marcus. She admitted her wrongs and I didn't have to chase her down to the train. She was right, she wasn't a typical teenager.

Alice scoffed and continue eating “But,,it’s unbelievable” Persephone said “Well I’m Not you guys” Alice smiled She looked up and saw some girls glaring at her,,she recognized them as the three girls who st©pped her this morning. “Who are they?” She asked and Odette turned “You’re talking about Larisa and her crew?” Odette asked “Larisa” Alice muttered “She’s just another definition of Jupiter” Sera-phina said “They both lack s-en-se” Persephone said and they laughed

Persephone laughed and shooed me away from the door. I sighed, shaking my head as I stepped back. Persephone cracked her knuckles with a devious grin stepping up to the keypad. “Do you think she can really do it?” Isis questioned in a whisper. “Shhh… and of course I can. I’m awesome. And one day, I’m going to work for Silvercloud. Maybe I’ll even catch a glimpse of the founder when he realizes how good I am.” Persephone scoffed as she connected her phone to the door.

She wore a gown that flowed like liquid darkness, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like the shadows themselves. The aura that surrounded her was so much power that I felt powers coursing through me. I stared at her for a prolonged moment until a subtle click of her finger snapped me back to the present. "Who are you?" I asked, a sense of familiarity mixed with confusion. I waited for her introduction. "I am Persephone," she smiled warmly. I turned around and noticed that Goddess Selene was no longer with us. I wondered where she had disappeared to, leaving me alone with a goddess I knew very little about. It felt like the cruelest abandonment.

Persophone was glad as she watched him agonizing in pain, turning into the sin-eater she wanted. “Arghhhh, I am in pain! Wha-aaa-at have you done to me?” Hector was in the ground, filled with dirt and still writhing. His veins were pulsing and then it stopped. When he stood up again, he was calm and pale and now a sin-eater. “What do you feel,now?” Persephone asked. “I feel strong, invigorated and ten folds better. What did you do? What of my family?”

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.

“I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.