Daughter Of Hades And Persephone Novels & Stories

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.

Her eyes glowed like precious stones, and the white part of her hair shone brightly. A gust of wind strong started to blow around us, sending several books to the ground. I gasped watching her, not knowing what to do. She seemed like she was in a trance. “Jovita, daughter of Roshen, son of Ra, the one who bears the sacred mark, it is an honour to meet you”, a strange, echoing, loud female voice said, startling me. Maybe Gibson wasn't talking gibberish, Jovita was more than just a werewolf.

Stepping into the virgin room the door had again opened by themselves for her. Persephone, wife of Hades, was the first Aphrodite's gaze landed on when the doors opened. She had a glass of ambrosia in one hand as she sat laughing at what Venus had said minutes before; one of the virgins braided her long black hair. The auburn reddish colour of Venus's hair was similar to that of Aphrodite. Though Aphrodite and Venus's porcelain skin added to their resemblance, from their rosy lips and cheeks to their height, the goddesses, though similar in appearance, were very different in nature and hardly got along. But it had been a decade and Aphrodite had missed her sister dearly.

the woman finally admitted. Rheis's eyes burned with rage as she finally understood that the pregnant woman was referring to Zeus as the father of the child she was carrying. Rheis was furious and a bit relieved because, all the while, she believed that Hades was the father of the child, and now she had been proven wrong by her early assumption. Rheis swiftly turned her attention to Hades as soon as he cocked his head. He looked at her for a long time with a hint of a smirk on his face, projecting what appeared to be a see-I-told-you-so gaze in her direction. “Oh Hades, forgive your mother. I was so anxious thinking that you messed up.”

"I will ignore the disrespect in that comment this time, as you are my friend, but there was nothing ordinary or low about her and she definitely wasn't a whore. She is the eldest daughter of the Vampire King and his Werewolf Queen." "So she is a hybrid. I thought she was just a vampire. That's what your father told me and that explains why it took so long for the silver to kick in, to have any effect on her. It wasn't just fighting to weaken her vampire, but to weaken her wolf as well. Well, damn me... Oops!!!" he smirks, "You know it's a pity you and your sister called in the King. I was looking forward to my turn with her. I have never had the pleasure of forcing a vampire or even a part

I asked Dad. "The Apsaras," Dad said with a bright smile as if he'd been waiting for this question. "They represent the goddesses of dancing and music, also known as celestial nymphs in heavens. The Angkorians adored them to the point they carved over a thousand Apsaras on this temple alone, and the most mind-blowing things of all are that none of them repeated! Can you imagine that? Not a single face is the same!" I studied the Apsara women, their elaborate coiffures, headdresses, embroidered outfits, and flowing jewelry. Their breasts were shown and worn smooth by the hands of tourists stroking them. I turned back to my father.

The lily flower suddenly turned red like blood, the red color brought a gentle scent but hidden in it were resentment, mourning and pain. Seeing that scene, the goddess Persephone stood up, her eyes glittering with anger. She hated the behavior of her husband standing in front of her. Obviously this was the son he loved, but Hades cruelly treated him as if the boy was a prisoner and had to endure an ancient punishment.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

aren't you afraid? — Not with you by my side, you idiot. — I approach your lips. — Persephone didn't want Hades, but he insisted... one day she fell in love with him, then she understood that there was no point in going if a piece of her would stay with him. Persephone is the Goddess of light..., but she didn't mind being the queen of darkness. — I whispered and closed my eyes, tense and panting.