Hades And Persephone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The air became thick, unbreathable grim, making her uneasy. Hades wears an over-the-knee long one-shoulder black tunic with leather sandals. His straight black hair shines under Persephone quarter's fake sun, and his step wilts the grass that ignites soon after. He undresses, displaying his bare muscled body and hanging accessories without a single drop of shame before dipping in the hot spring. His corporal temperature brings the water to a boil as he relaxes, spreading his arms along the rocky edge. A slight tap has Persephone drop her dress and join him, sitting on his lap.

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

‘As if your conversations with good old Mikey are not cringe-worthy. ‘Of course, they’re not!’ I shouted at her in protest. ‘Keep telling yourself that, honey. Whatever makes you sleep soundly at night.’ “Do you want to play, little fox?” Hades asks as he leans into the curve on my neck, the one on Persephone’s side. “Before we do, we need to address the matter at hand,” Persephone was serious but her voice was seductive. She was a perfect example of what I wanted to become but failed to become.

"Do not touch me." The hall quieted. He laughed. "Still pretending? Who else would you choose? Cassian Hadeion? The last scrap of Hades, hidden in the shadow wing because even Olympus cannot decide whether to pity him or fear him?" Several guests laughed with him. "He cannot stand in the sun without looking half-dead," Apollo went on. "His underworld wings were shattered in the chariot fall that killed his parents. Some say he will never fly again. Some say the darkness broke more than that. Is that the husband you want, Persephone?"

There was nothing but blood in my eyes as I passed out and when I opened my eyes again, I was in Alpha Adelard’s mansion. Now, Persephone had prohibited me from leaving. If I so much as stepped out of the room, she appeared from nowhere, pushing me back in with growls and snarls. Honestly, it was difficult to believe she liked me when she had become a lot more hostile towards me. It was amazing but when I teased her, she looked away rather than countering me. When I touched her, she did not flinch and when I told her I loved her, she got suspiciously red.

He then preyed on her empathy for animals and other beings, created a thunderstorm and transformed himself into a little cuckoo. As a cuckoo, Zeus pretended to be in distress outside her window one morning. Hera, feeling pity towards the bird and brought it inside and held it to her breast to warm it. Zeus then transformed back into himself and took advantage of her. Hera, ashamed of being exploited, agreed to the marriage with Zeus. All of nature burst into bloom for their wedding and many gifts were exchanged. So Zeus married his sister, Hera —a family habit. As a wedding present Gaia created for Hera the famed garden of the golden apples near Mount Atlas. The Hesperides and the Dragon Lad

Her glare promised a long time of torture, of torment, and judging by her looks, I was certain that she would keep to her promise. I was however snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone walk up to me and I blinked in surprise when I realized that it was Hades. Before I could react, he wrapped his hand at the back of my neck and using his hold on my neck to push me forward, he growled at Trent; “I don’t give a shit about whatever you feel about this girl, Trent, she is nothing but a slave, an enemy’s daughter… and she would be treated as such! This would be the last time you’ll disrespect my fiancée because of her!”

Hades cried before continuing “He’s already here. He is planning to take Sonya. He wants her as his sex slave. He thinks that if he has her by his side, he will be unstoppable.” Jake pulled Sonya to him and they all left the cells leaving Hades naked chained to the table.

Their eyes lock on me, and I shrink back, suddenly remembering what Eros said about my wet clothes clinging to my body. “What’s the meaning of barging into my room like this?” Eros demands of his father. The king approaches him slowly. “You don’t know?” the king asks. “No, Father, I don’t.” “The fairy in your pleasure room—she’s dead, you reckless fool.” My body goes ice-cold hearing that someone died. “Dead? I left her alive. She was just resting.” “Now she’s resting in the Goddess’s arms, cousin. The Lord of Shadows took her,” Adrian says with cold sarcasm. Eros snaps, lunging at him and pinning him to the wall with an arm across his throat.

“Goblin, you know, every day I live here it's like being imprisoned in a cage. I used to be so happy and free, I had a loving mother, everyone I adored, but since I've been here everything feels so suffocating, it's like I'm stuck in something. this damn power. I hate Hades, but I also love him. What I need is freedom, not trivial love and lust.” I was dumbfounded. The love between the goddess Persephone and the great Hades is not so sweet as I thought. I also see in the goddess's eyes a glint of loneliness, perhaps what the goddess wants is to be free. However, Hades was afraid that if he let Persephone leave him, the goddess would never return. Just like my Ancanta, the more I tried to kee