Books About Persephone And Hades Novels & Stories

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

“I guess. So long as we both remain alert I see no problem in giving you some answers now.” “Well okay then. Firstly, where exactly are we? I’m guessing that its the standard we’re not on Earth anymore situation?” “That guess would be correct. We are, hopefully, somewhere in the Kingdom of Everaya in the Realm known as Hephaestia.” “Hephaestia? Would that be any relation to the Greek god Hephaestus?” “Well look who is smarter than she looks. You are correct. The god Hephaestus created this realm. All realms are created by a god, the humans from your realm managed to get at least that correct.”

"It will take you to his home. I'm sure Channing won't mind staying with you until he is returned to you." She then pushed us through the gate, and we were in a garden. "It will be fine." I told them, but I'm sure my face and scent weren't agreeing with my words. Hell I didn't even believe my words. There were so many stories about Hades temper. Including a story where he had kidnapped Persephone forcing her to be his wife. There were so many it was hard to know which was truth and which was not. I didn't even dare to take Persephone by her word.

I love talking to her, but once she gets started…’ I snorted. Morrigan took me to meet Persephone when she’d been teaching me. It was a treat to meet the goddess of my people. I’d spent a long time with her and Hades. That was how I knew Anders was nothing like the god. Hades got a bad wrap because he was a god of death... and the whole kidnapping his wife thing, but he was actually a very sweet man. Except when Persephone went to stay with her mother. Then he was just lonely and sad. Sometimes it made him irritable, but he was generally wonderful.

“Ah… Persephone and Dionysus. Come here. Join our Hades.” Persephone; The Greek Goddess and the lover of Hades. She was petite and a curvy young woman with pinkish skin, pink eyes, dark red hair. She was so beautiful in the behold of the eyes. Sabrina was pretty but Persephone exuded a different charm entirely. Dionysus; the god that was associated with wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, and wild frenzy. He looked elegant, good looking with long flowing white glowing hair over his shoulder. And seemed drunk too.

His feet shuffling foot to foot as he waited for what the two gods had to say. Gabriel thought of his mate Persephone, who was at home with this youngest, hoping that she was alright. Persephone was no stranger to thunder, lightning, and rain when she grew up with her mother on the Earth and Bergarian realms. It was the thoughts that may plague her mind, reminding her of her mother’s absence he was more worried about. “Are you saying I am unfit to rule over judgement?” Zeus dared Hades to say another word.

The fury had never been loyal to the mistress of the underworld and all he had to do was to wait for Zeus to take action and teach his beloved daughter a lesson in Godding 101. The Journal of life has finally resurfaced and all three of them had sensed it, for they all gave apiece of them to that book. It was their failproof, a contigency measure in case a God like Persephone chooses to go astray and behave like how she is behaving now. By now, the handler of the book is well aware of what it was capable of. And also, by now, Hades was sure that Persephone had a taste of the power of the journal.

I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal. I was just twelve when Persephone visited the Underworld and found my mother. I remember the encounter vividly—Minthe standing defiantly before the goddess, her slim, curvaceous form framed by long, straight red hair and pointed ears. She dared to proclaim herself more beautiful than Persephone, wife of Hades. It was the last mistake she ever made.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I - The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 8: Memories That Were Never Mine. ​The chaos of the courtyard fell away, replaced by the heavy, echoing quiet of the isolation cells where the temple guards had dragged her. The iron door had slammed shut with a deafening, final clang, leaving her in a pitch-black tomb beneath the temple floor. Nysera sat in the dark, her knees pressed tightly against her chest, shivering as the damp chill of the stone seeped through her thin tunic. But the physical cold was nothing compared to the fire in her mind; her soul reeled from the sudden, catastrophic awakening of her true divinity.

“I am not drawing any conclusions, Hades. The way you were when you first saw Persephone was identical to the way you were when you first saw her. It was also the same gesture you made when you stripped her of her innocence. So could it be that you and Rebecca–” Hades could not resist giving Thanatos a stern look. Yet, Thanatos is no longer frightened, as he has become accustomed to it. “You had the audacity to bring up my personal matters back then?” “Why not? You’re so devoted with Persephone that it’s quite distracting seeing you looking all too ardent over her back in the days.” “Enough of this, Thanatos. Let us not bring up someone who is no longer here.” “Alright. But to get things str