Delphyne Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

"Alright ... alright!" said one of the women. "Hey!" protested the other two women. "I can just step on this eyeball right now and you won't have any," said Leon. "Not! Do not do it!" exclaimed the three women together. "Then tell me where Hesperides is!" "Okay… Okay! Hesperides is in the orchid of Hera, the goddess of marriage and birth. Wife of The Great Zeus," answered one of the women. “We already know that! Where is it located? Say it clearly!" exclaimed Leon while stomping his foot.

She calls this unusual entity, Anti-magic. "What are Harpies?" Theia small voice calls, her eyes haven't left Valerie, not even to glance at the beauty of the ocean the Sirens occupy. She would hear Valerie gasp, cry, whine, and shiver and felt utterly useless. A tense silence falls over them, and Grayson sighs, "they are birds bearing the face of a woman, said to be harbingers of punishment, and employed by Zeus. They torture the guilty as they drag them to Tartarus. The journey is said only to be a day, but their cruel endeavours make it seem longer." Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie.

Her daughter, lying on the ground, unconscious and Achilles Eliades with a broken and bleeding nose. The slave that was with them had said that Achilles had demanded the submission of Persephone, who had blatantly refused to submit, and as he tried getting her to kneel, she had hit him. Nektaria nearly went mad with fear. Her daughter, kept being unconscious and though Charilaus called unto his Patron god, Apollo, and many medicine men, all they said was that she had offended Ares, the god of war and that this was her sin for being disobedient.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

“All three were nearly unconscious when our wolves found them.” “And they said the same thing?” “Yes.” Freya’s chest twisted painfully. Forgotten goddess. Not Lealla. Not a name. A title. Like something old enough to remember what heaven erased. Eros looked toward Freya then, silver eyes sharp enough to make her pulse unsteady again. “Did Lealla ever mention something searching for her?” “No.” Freya swallowed hard. “But there was something trapped beneath the mountain.” Dylan frowned deeply. “You think Aethon released it?”

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Zephyr looked at me, but soon his gaze skimmed back to Juliette as she almost squealed. “Oh my God! Are you serious? You know about them! I am so touched that I am not the only astrophile in Lycannora. Do you know the legend of the Virgo?” Juliette asked excitedly. “Virgo, isn’t she the personification of Persephone, who was abducted by the God of the underworld, Hades?” “Yes! Oh my God! I can’t believe this,” Juliette and Zephyr went on to have some more out of my syllabus talks about constellations and stars and the legends associated with them.

“What is your name?” “Helena. Are you a singer?” The woman laughed. “A singer? Well, if that is what you call a poor woman who sings eulogies to people for a few scraps of coins then yes I’m a singer.” She cocked her head to the side and said, “Helena. What a beautiful name, right brothers?” The men nodded. Inga chuckled and sidled closer to Helena. “Do you know that of all the gods the only one who no one has claimed to see is the supreme god Demeus? Many have seen Oya, Torlan and many others but none have claimed to see Demeus.”