Narcissus Flower Persephone Novels & Stories

"Honestly, Master? I find them frightened. They seem so dark and poisonous. They are not the usual brightly coloured flowers that will put a smile on every person's face." I heard him hum, my eyes looking over the flowers, "I collect the most rare and beautiful items, Aphrodite. You are a part of this said collection. Many of your kind have fallen into slavery, because of persons with mindsets such as the one that you have regarding the flowers. Let us compare ourselves to flowers, shall we?" he paused for a brief second, not waiting for me to say anything else.

She closed her eyes and tossed her head back as her maids rushed to clean up the mess. “What can I do to destroy this boy? Why does he not die? Is his head that strong?” “Persephone,” I said her name and the Luna opened her eyes. “You have to remove Persephone from his side.” If there was no Persephone at his side, I could use my knowledge of the past to thwart him but she made things difficult. She remembered for longer and had been making plans while I had been busy ruining my life. “Are you saying the Adelard’s girl is so great?” The Luna snorted. “She merely has the Adelard name.”

Sighing deeply after noticing the visible displeasure on Juniper and Ahlum’s face, Vera shifted her head to them, telling them why it broke Persephone’s heart. “Zadicus and Persephone have been lovers ever since they were fifteen.”

She wants to hurt those who hurt her. As another excruciating pain takes over my chest, I feel drifting in darkness, welcomed by my nightmares. ~ -HIM- “There must be something you could do, Demeter?” I ask the goddess in front of me. She keeps silent and continues to look at the roses in her garden. As she walks deeper into the garden, I roll my eyes and follow her in the garden. I look at the red roses. It reminds me of her. My Nefret. Beautiful and unique like the flower but strong and dangerous like the thorns. I cannot see her. I cannot meet her yet but I keep sending her these roses every year on Calentha ceremony.

I had no doubt that she was Athena, the Goddess of war and wisdom. “Hello Athena,” I greeted her and watched her eyes widen in surprise. Then I turned to the beautiful young girl next to her. Fair skinned and dark-haired, she wore a flowing green gown and had a wreath of flowers on her head. Persephone, the Goddess of vegetation. “Hello Persephone,” I said, and her pretty face bloomed into a smile. “You remember us? But I thought you lost your memories!” she said excitedly. I shook my head at her, and she looked at me with confusion.

“This time, I don’t plan to sneak in. I will knock on his front door and demand Kyra be set free.” “Instead of pissing Hades off more, we need to try to reason with him. Since we can't return the Scepter in exchange for Kyra, we need to see if there is anything else he wants. I can have him meet us somewhere.” Zeus answered. “This won’t be the first time I have made a deal with him, and it likely won’t be the last.” I suspected Zeus was referencing how Zeus had made a deal with Hades regarding Hades's wife and Zeus’s daughter, Persephone. Where she would spend six months with her husband and six months with her mother, which is the reason behind the change of seasons.

He looks just like his brothers but his features are darker as if living in the underworld made him bitter and age faster. "This is just a mistake." Apollo stepped forward and Eleena looked back at him. He smiled a little at her in hopes that it could comfort her. "Persephone…" he looked at the goddess but no amount of fear or guilt could be traced in her face. "Gave Eleena the pomegranate and she accidentally tasted it. Return her soul to her body, Hades." "No." Eleena stood and Hades's eyes went to her. "Just like I said earlier, I am here to ask for your help."

"Apollo, what are you saying? You told me I was the only one who understood your heart. You said Persephone was proud and cold. You said after the wedding, I would still have you." "Shut up," he snapped. Her eyes filled. "You promised me." Apollo stood and slapped her. The sound was smaller than the one he had given me, but it carried farther because everyone was waiting for it. "You clung to me because my light kept you alive," he said. "Do not mistake pity for love. You are a Nymph Demeter found half-dead in the snow. Persephone is Zeus's daughter. Did you really think I would choose you over a throne?"

He showed him in every way possible that he was his special and precious someone. At the beginning, their life might not have been that lively. But after meeting each other it got more colourful. At first the other lost hope and a heart to love but after tormenting seasons he still found a time to bloom. Like a flower withering in harsh conditions, it picks up after being cared for. For Lui Xian, Feng Shao was his Lotus Flower. THE END

The sunset at the Mortal Coast was beautiful. Selene held a bouquet of sea-nymph flowers and a bottle of divine wine. She walked quietly to a simple monument. Carved into the stone was her name, and above it, her sigil: a single, blooming Helianthus, forever turning its face to the light. "Kressa, I'm here again." Selene said softly. She placed the flowers down. She did this every month. She had kept it up for four years.