Greek Goddesses Persephone 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.

“Zane says you are my mate too.” Dean chokes on his sip of coffee, his eyes flickering towards the beta Zane briefly before landing back on me. “Yes I am, don’t you feel it?” He asks. “I like your smell.” I say, “but I never knew people had dated mates, I’ve only ever known them being chosen.” “They are chosen in a way!” Eve interrupts, her voice high and sweet. “The moon goddess pairs us with those who she deems worthy.” “I am worthy of an alpha and a beta?” I ask, unsure how it all works.

Harry said, turning his head and surveying the niche of the cold cavern. "No you are not alone young boy. Someone is with you. The daughter of the Moon Goddess is with you. The last of her kind. The last of her bloodline." "You mean? Anna? Where is she? Can you see her?" "Yes, Alpha. She was with you. Holding your hand. Whispering something and warming you with his power."

Maybe she's copping onto him. My mom and Jack were getting on well together, laughing and chatting while standing in the garden having some wine. My father on the other hand seemed to be avoiding him like the plague since I introduced them a couple of hours ago. He didn't like him — that much was clear. I turned my head when I heard Penelope's laugh. She was looking cute in a little white lace sundress and matching hat. She was happy — probably happiest the most when she had his attention.

Not a single one of them are on the same beat. My sweat clad hands slips out of Orpheus’ grasp, causing me to fall to my knees beside him. There is nothing but air for me to grab onto and so I fall. A pained cry leaves my lips as my knees collide with the hard stage. Something inside of my head breaks. It snaps in half like that of a broken pencil. More pain. More fear. More confused thoughts swarm my brain. I don’t understand what’s going on. I can hardly breathe. My vision has gone blurry, with nothing but hazy silhouettes and wet moisture staring back at me. “What have you done to her?!” I hear my mother shout at Orpheus.

She added and Adira’s eyes widened the more in terror. “Who you saw in your dream is the moon goddess, she showed herself to you and the punishment, looks like she’s displeased with you,” Adira tried her best to explain, she knew who it was because herself and Clarissa had once had similar encounter with the goddess, “we need to summon the priest later tonight and offer some sacrifice to appease her. This is a bad omen, what did you do?” She asked and Valerie could hear the fear in her voice which only made her fear too.

However now…this forbidden man turned out to be her Goddess chosen mate. She had more right to his loyalty and love than Yusria. No, she was the only one who had a right to his loyalty, his love, his affection, so how could she accept him rejecting her? Their bond was blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. This meant that only her soul would ever be able to complete Maximillian Adonis’s soul, and only his soul would ever be able to complete hers. The Moon Goddess made them especially for each other. By this thought alone, what did Yusria amount to? She was the one coveting Selena's man, stealing what should've rightfully been hers!

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

Her beauty was legendary, a blessing and a curse that drove Hades to madness with jealousy. But my mother, Minthe, was his mistress before Persephone’s jealousy demanded her exile. Unbeknownst to him, she carried me within her. When Persephone discovered my existence, her fury was absolute. She abandoned Hades, retreating to Mount Olympus, where she convinced Zeus to grant her sanctuary. I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal.

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa