Kore-persephone Novels & Stories

Luric slid a platter full of delectables in front of me. "Please eat your fill princess I'm certain that your child is just as hungry as you," he said sincerely and poured tea into another cup and offered it to me. I grabbed it brushing his long fingers and froze at the tingles that went down my arm like electricity. I instantly looked up into his strange eyes. I noticed that his smile was gone and his brow was deeply furrowed. "My full name is Skye Evanore Sylric and I'm the reaper queen and queen of the northern elves," I said softly and he nodded.

Penelope’s fingers gripped the hem of her dress so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling and raw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You clearly have the wrong woman.” The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick and stifling. Penelope’s wide eyes darted nervously to the three figures before her. They stood like living sculptures, each radiating an aura of power so tangible it made the space hum. Demeter’s presence was a storm barely restrained, her golden robes cascading around her like liquid sunlight. The goddess’s sharp eyes bore into Penelope with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. Beside her, Persephone looked like a

And then she begins to chant: “We open our hearts to any messages or visions that will guide use towards our goal. Zephyr from the West, Boreas from the North, Notus from the South, and Eurus from the East bring to us the words, the whispers, the names, and the voices that you’ve heard. Tell us where we can find the Prince of Darkness, the Morning Star, Beelzebub himself. Where will we find Lucifer? Winds flow through the cave, circling us and seeming to dive into the mirror before swirling back out. And when the winds come back out, the cacophony that they bring out is deafening. Snippets of conversation from all over the Underworld. “Your father will be so proud when he arrives…” “NO!

“Who are you to tell me how I should treat my own niece, wife? I own you both.” “You do not own me, Hades, nor will you ever, you may have locked me here with you, but I am not someone who you can break; or force to do your biding.” Persephone countered, her tone low and smooth, as though her voice had been cut with the finest silks. “I am my own and so is the girl.” The king of hell stepped forward, viciously striking the graceful goddess around the face; his annoyance reaching dangerous limits. “You are my wife! And you will not speak unless I require you to! Do you understand?!”

“Don’t kill her after she just recovered.” Ariadne approached the bedside. “Your cores are stabilizing. The healers will do one more check before noon, but they say your recovery is impressive.” “Impressive?” Alessia asked. “Astonishing,” Ianthe corrected. “Most dual-core users fail after their first high-output clash. You’re still breathing.” Her Aunt smiled at her. “Encouraging,” Kael muttered. Seraphine rushed to place the glowing lilies beside the bed. “These are for you! They help calm luminous nerves and smell like moon sugar!”

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

he said, reaching out to hold his wife’s hand when he said ‘we. Persephone was even harder to read. Perhaps it was because she was the daughter of The Zeus? Nurture over nature, but I’m not sure. I have only met The Zeus once, and he did seem to have a stern face with a schooled impression. But that school expression didn’t stay when she looked from the hope chest to Chara. I saw sadness as she looked at Chara, sucking her thumb in her sleep. "We are both thankful for the actions you've taken, Lord Ares," she said, squeezing her husband's hand back. "The money within will be used to help Chara. You've done much for us." she nodded.

~Leaving this corrupted tale behind like a chapter in the past…~ Knocking, he took a deep breath, the sensations he once used to feel for her no longer existed, replaced with a delight to find his most cherished people binding in a sacred bond. “Persephone.” Kriss called, opening the door slowly to find Persephone an exquisite princess gown with a veil over her head. She had tears of felicity in her eyes which she wiped quickly and grinned at him, “Kriss?”

I stand up and put my hands to my mouth, “The Goddess of Torture built a chamber specifically for the Mavri Magea? The actual daughter of Hades and Persephone?” I stop short when I realize what I just said. Persephone? I turn and look at Cora, “A-are you her? Don’t lie to me.” “I am not the Goddess Persephone you think I am. I am only named after her because I had to be,” Cora says bluntly.

a voice off-camera complained. I arched an eyebrow. “Who is that?” Sarael asked. “That’s Persephone. She’s one of Luna Crista’s sisters. And a bit… um, imagine Silvercloud with blond hair, tits, and a chip on his shoulder.” Kurt explained. “I’ll show you a chip on the shoulder when I take a chunk off yours!” as a blonde girl dove knocking Kurt off camera.