Greek Gods Persephone Novels & Stories

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.

Anyway, let him enjoy his satisfaction while it lasts. “I am in a good mood so I will indulge you,” he continued. “Persephone is the only woman I will ever take as a mate. She is the destiny I chose. As for why my fated mate is where she is, it’s because that’s where I want her to be. I am not cruel enough to force such a weak woman to break the mate bond. It would simply kill her.”

Avo states proudly, and I can sense the story of the lake coming up as he continues. “They say that before the lake, there was just a meadow abound in flowers, surrounded by cliff on one side and forest on the other. As per legend, this was the place where the God of the underworld, Hades, abducted Persephone, the daughter of Demeter goddess of the harvest, while she was gathering flowers in the meadow. Grief-stricken Demeter, threatened Zeus with an everlasting famine if she was not united with her daughter. And so, Zeus ordered Hades to release Persephone, of course, which was followed by more drama. But in the end, it was decided that Persephone would spend six months in the underworld an

“What does she look like?” “Um, Middle-Eastern or African descent, maybe? She had her hair wrapped in a headscarf and her sunglasses were really big, so it hid a lot of her face.” “Alright. They are in their rooms now?” “Yes, Alpha.” I sit and think for a moment. Who names their child Persephone? She was the queen of the underworld in Greek Mythology? Luckily, I have an expert to answer those sorts of things. “Musu, I need you to look something up for me,” I send her a mind link.

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.

I frown at her slightly, wishing I knew her name, wishing I could respond to her clear excitement. She smiles brightly, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. "Don't worry, I know about your memory loss. No worries that you don't remember me. I'm Persephone, and you and I were very good friends." Persephone. I wish I had studied Greek mythology more frequently now, as I search my brain for answers. After a moment, it comes to me. "The Goddess of Spring. Queen of the Underworld." "That's right!" She beams, offering me a nod. "It's been a while since I've seen you. I'm glad you're back and well."

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:

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

It took me six good fucking hours to wrap this up. The painting was indeed a masterpiece. Every line, curve, color, and brush felt like me. It came from my soul, beaming out to suffice. It was a painting of a woman, whose back was covered in bruises and scars. She was Persephone, the goddess who wears her scars as the memory of descent. Her bowed head was the silence of the underworld, yet her golden hair was the promise of spring. In her folded posture lies both grief and rebirth, a goddess whose pain is not weakness but transformation.

Aria introduced us. “It’s very nice to meet you both.” Ginger said. “To what do we owe this visit?” Herb asked. “I’m here so that Aria doesn’t kill DJ and Persephone came because she is the Goddess of Spring. She has elemental powers and wanted to help and see how your powers differ from a goddesses elemental powers.” I explained. “Do you always speak for your wife?” Tulip asked. “No, he does not. I was distracted by Petra. I haven’t seen her in quite some time.” Persephone said.