Books About Persephone And Hades の小説・ストーリー

The next day I wake up, and after I put on my school uniform, I go to my first class, history class. "As you know, we have 4 vassal states: the Elves, the fairies, the merfolk, and the vampires. The elves were created by Persephone, as you know, Persephone is the goddess of spring, but she is also the wife of Hades, which makes her the Queen of the Underworld. She actually made two races of elves

I felt the silent comforting presence of Adrian and Morris beside me and knew that they were following me. Even though my destination was the Gate, I kept an eye on everything happening around me. I saw Persephone controlling wines that wrapped around the demons. Hades was next to her with black smoke rolling off him in waves. The God of the Underworld seemed absolutely content while sending the demons to his realm. I saw a giant wave of water sweeping out demons and drowning them. Poseidon had started his charm…

Persephone's eyes stared at the box before she faced her godfather, hands on her waist as she said, "You do know that this is not necessary" "What is not?" "Bringing me a gift when I reach a new age." She said her eyes turning around to see the shelf of books he had brought her each day after her thirteenth birthday, "These are enough." Hades eyes fell on the shelf that were filled with books, books she would never find anywhere else, books he had written himself by asking the souls below their stories and giving them to her to keep herself company. "I did not realize." "Really?" He faced her again. "Those were not birthday gifts, this is. I thought that it was customary to present gifts to

"Besides, I find myself curious about your beautiful assistant." Salvatore's jaw clenched. "Ruggero." "Did I ever tell you, cara mia, why they call me Hades?" Ruggero asked me. I shook my head, mesmerized despite myself by his larger-than-life presence. "Because like the god of the underworld, I have a talent for acquiring things that others believe are beyond my reach." His eyes held mine steadily. "Especially beautiful women who have caught my attention." The classical reference sent a chill down my spine as I remembered the myth. Hades had indeed stolen Persephone from the world above, claiming her as his queen in the realm of the dead.

As if be wanted to say those words that I've been waiting to hear all these while. “Should I tell you something?" Je asked and I nodded my head slowly. “The queen of the underworld is called Persephone. And even better than that, her mate is Hade’s, the King of the underworld.” His face hovered above my own as he pushed a stray strand behind my eyes. "Maybe the witch didn't need the good king. Maybe she needed her very own Hades to help complete her,” As he spoke he brought his face closer to my own, his lips barely an inch away from mine.

Time and time again, I turned my back on her and held April. I gloried in her panting after me. I gloried in knowing I had a tight leash on her and thus, I enjoyed myself with April, a foolish woman who could only give me her body. No matter what I did, April only cried and continued to embrace me. No matter what I did, Persephone never stopped clinging to my legs. It was torture, knives driving into my sides would not be so brutal as I watched myself condemn Persephone. I condemned her to death.

The Demonkin still stirred. The Lunarch still plotted. The realms still watched. But Raven and Victoria — bound by blood, by shadow, and by unbreakable love — were ready. Queens of Valros. Partners in war and peace. Together until the end of eternity. And the story of the Necromantress and the Blood Princess was only just beginning.

"Where else did I leave proof of daddy's hunger for you, baby girl? How much did I hurt you, Persephone?" Persephone. Goddess of death. Forced into wedlock against her will by Hades after he kidnapped her. Harmon didn't exactly kidnap me, but he did lock me up. Now he was talking about our marriage like I had no say in the matter. The parallels made me smile, despite the serious nature of what he unveiled to me as he lathered my body in soap. "If I'm going to be Persephone, I need to know everything Hades did before he became Zeus," I said in a shaky voice, daring to lather a loofah in body wash and take to washing his body too.

“This time, I don’t plan to sneak in. I will knock on his front door and demand Kyra be set free.” “Instead of pissing Hades off more, we need to try to reason with him. Since we can't return the Scepter in exchange for Kyra, we need to see if there is anything else he wants. I can have him meet us somewhere.” Zeus answered. “This won’t be the first time I have made a deal with him, and it likely won’t be the last.” I suspected Zeus was referencing how Zeus had made a deal with Hades regarding Hades's wife and Zeus’s daughter, Persephone. Where she would spend six months with her husband and six months with her mother, which is the reason behind the change of seasons.

Hades and Persephone. That was how Hades kidnapped Persephone, the goddess of spring. The famous myth that almost everyone knows. Truly scary at first but it was all out of love, right? Right. However, what Hades did was wrong. Like some people say, there had been consequences for his actions. Deadly consequences. But this was just a legend. Something people really didn't believe in. And why would they? Places like Underworld surely did not exist. Hades did not exist. Neither did Persephone. Nobody knew where a person went after dying. Some believed in afterlife, some didn't.