Narcissus Flower Persephone Novels & Stories

It laid across the land in smooth curves, beautiful in the light, calm and innocuous. Standing by me as I stood marveling the enormous river, Will said. "That's river Acheron, the river of sorrows." After taking my fill of magical view I sat down on the marble slab alongside Will. "Welcome to your first class on Greek Gods." He fixed his invisible glasses over his nose. "Good morning teacher." "Persephone is the goddess of spring and vegetation which she inherited from her mother, Demeter, the goddess of agriculture." "The events which lead to the feud between her and Hades happened centuries ago. She isn't part of the twelve main gods, and she felt that she wasn't receiving enough praise an

Mark sighs and rolls his eyes as Kyle gives him a call. "Fine, Mister promiscuous, but don't make a habit out of it," I tell him while separating them and taking one out for him to look at. What makes Persephone such a special person that a flower is given to her? "She has completely ignored me for the past few months, so my strategy is to show her that she has made a grave error by holding on to this for so long," he explains. I snort, and he shrugs his shoulders. "Genius," I scoff and roll my eyes in response.

“Before we go to your estate, can we drop by home for a second, I need to pick up Percy.” Nicole looked away from her window towards Salvatore who was driving the car. “Percy?” “My husky, Persephone,” “You…you have a Siberian Husky named after the Greek goddess of spring?” Salvatore chuckled. “Why not Khione - the Greek goddess of winter?” “Ha-ha, make all the fun you want, I need to pick her up. And I named her Persephone because she loves spring and rolling around in flowers,” Nicole scrunched up her nose at his teasing. “You don’t mind dogs, right?”

There were golden yellow, palette yellow, white, orange, an pink. “Woah, talk about a daffodil craze.” she remarked. “To tell you the truth, your ladyship, it was almost impossible to grow any flower in the underworld especially because of the absence of the madam.” “Really? Then what is it with Hades and daffodils?” In her mind, she is calling him stupid. “You might not remember this but daffodils or narcissus, as we call it, reminds the master of you.” “Of me?” Angelique searched her brain for possible connection of Persephone, Hades and narcissus but failed. Unfortunately, her favorite Greek mythology couple is Eros and Psyche.

Michael's pov - I find myself standing in a realm between consciousness and dreams, a hazy landscape where reality mingles with the ethereal. In this mysterious place, a yearning stirs within me, a longing for the girl whose face remains elusive, yet whose presence captivates my every thought. She is my Tuberose, the one I desire to worship like a goddess in the temple of my heart. With a voice filled with longing, I call out to her, pleading for her to reveal herself. "Tuberose, please come to me," I whisper, my words carried on a tender sigh. "Let me see your face, know your name, and hold you in my arms."

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

"That he fell in love with his reflection and drowned." Persephone did not answer immediately, her hand still touching the petals. "That is not the full story." I honestly do not care why he did what he did. If you could just look at me, shout at me or at least say something directed to me or what I have done. I would like that. But he knew better than not playing her little game. "What is?" "Narcissus was born with a prophecy. That seeing his reflection would be his end." She said, a small smile lighting her face. "All this thing with prophecies, very deadly thing I assure you. Nevertheless, he was kept away from his reflection, till he saw it."

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

Now the girl was on the verge of womanhood, being pampered even more so by the Barley-Mother herself. The two goddesses were resting under a fragrant green bower while listening to the hum of praises and prayers from mortals through the vines. Then Demeter reached her hand over and plucked a newly-formed bud on the ground. The bud quickly blossomed into a beautiful white flower -a narcissus. Its golden pollens emitted a pleasant fragrance. Everything her mother touched came alive and beautiful. Persephone was in constant awe of her.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"