Daughter Of Hades And Persephone Novels & Stories

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

"I know why Jack called me Helen of Troy. Men fought wars over her extraordinary beauty after she was kidnapped. She's a troublemaker. Like me. Why did you call me Persephone instead?" I ventured, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I looked for more reasons to believe I mattered to him. "In Greek mythology, Hades is the God of the underworld. Persephone is —" "His wife," I said, blushing furiously as the obvious dawned on me.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

"I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I AM Keena Lyall. Daughter of King Erebus and the Hybrid Queen Ella Lyall. And you are making a very big mistake." Jarek's father looks at my hand and pushes it away. "You are an unimportant daughter of a washed up King and his abomination of a wife. Your parents will give me what I ask for or you will die. Simple enough." "If I die," I slide a sly grin across my lips, "I am taking your son with me."

They will shake hands to combine their blood and that will commence the blood oath ceremony. Furthermore, what does it mean I should be prepared for an unwelcome surprise? That my fate will be changed in an unexpected way? There should be no other way except for perfection. My parents are Phoebe and Evander Archer; two of the most skilled hunters among our subdivision. They are second and third to our current leader, Orpheus. With me as their daughter, I am expected to be at least fourth or fifth in line. After Draven, my parents, and Orpheus of course. This is what has been worrying me. For the past two years I have continued having this dream. It started the night that Drae kissed me and h

. My eyes are wide, and I feel like I cannot scream. I continue to stare at Sheamus who is not moving. “I am Hades, and Velaria is my destined bride, born to be mated to me and be my queen! I am tired of these games! Velaria, come home with me or watch history repeat itself, and this time, you’re not an infant that was kidnapped and stolen away from me. you’re a grown woman who is fun, beautiful, and can make her own choices, so I suggest you choose!” He growled. I stared at everyone in grief. My mates family were also held by the point of other fiery blades. My adoptive family were being suppressed by forcefield made of fire. If I didn’t come with him, they all die. If I do come with him, I

His mother let out a shrill, hysterical laugh: "Thalia! Did you sell your soul to some dark god just to shed your mortality?!" Before she could utter another word, Zeus summoned a bolt of lightning that struck her squarely in the chest, sending her flying as she vomited blood: "Dare to insult my daughter again, and I will unleash the fires of heaven to boil your wretched oceans dry!" Realizing my true identity, the Atlantean delegation nearly died of fright, slamming their foreheads against the floor in terrified apologies. Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?"

But at least I had finally escaped, and I was gradually freeing myself from that past. And now, he had come looking for me again. He said he knew he was wrong, that he was consumed with regret. He said he had stripped Cassia and her unborn bastard of their divinity. He said he would do whatever it took to win me back. But there was one thing Aresios had never considered. Although Cassia was banished to the abyss to fend for herself, their firstborn daughter was still being raised in the divine court by another goddess. The lives of gods are endlessly long. He and his daughter would surely meet again one day. What if, at that time, the bond of his bloodline softened his heart once more?

Then her eyes started to get a glow, and she knew what the changes had meant. But she had just given birth to Ayla, a half-mortal, well, not really a mortal but a supernatural being. And even if we, as wolves, live longer than a normal human, we are still aging and getting older. And she is half-god as well, and she knew other gods could see her as a threat. So when time was impossible to ignore anymore, I fled with the little girl. And Adam had told me that Selene Had disappeared the next day. I cooked pasta and beans, and ate in peace, while thinking about it all.

"And what if he already has?" Ceres slowly walked toward the pyre basin at the center of the room. The sacred flame flickered inside it—usually golden, but now tinged at the edges with strange violet. "She was never just a girl," Ceres said at last. "But she is still our daughter. And I am still her mother." "Ceres—" Maera began. "No," Ceres said firmly, turning to them. "We've cowered under prophecy long enough. Let the flame speak all it wants. Let Arion spread his poison. Let the traitors flee. But this house—my house—was not built to kneel before doom."