Persephone Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The Prince rose an eyebrow as if he were amused, “Really Lady Persephone, well my Vampire body is far more tolerant than a humans, any disease she may carry will not affect me. Besides, does she not touch you?” “Well...Yes she does work on me from time to time.” said Lady Persephone, clearly flustered and embarrassed to admit she wasn’t a total natural beauty. Seraphina suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, Lady Persephone kept Seraphina most nights perform youth and beauty songs for her.

He would most likely be tired and hungry when he got back. Grayson had informed me that the girl McQueen had been talking about was his “beard” and her name was Selene. I looked her up and found that she was a pretty light skinned girl who had a successful modelling career. They looked good together but i wasn't sure who had come up with this idea and if i really was on board for it. What if she was only pretending to be lesbian so that she could get with him? If I voiced these thoughts would he be pissed or not, it just was all a bit too pretentious for my liking but for now i was going to let it go.

Achilles replied simply. Her hands struck his cheek as immediately she let out a yell, "How dare you?!" But Achilles had not even flinched from the assault. "I wanted to speak with you because yes, just as the others who must have come before me were besotted by your beauty but it is obvious that your beauty has gotten into your empty head and made you think that you are better than everyone and everything. So I will give you this little information, just to lessen your bloated skull. When Persephone marks something, it is hers. Unlike you, she uses her head for more reasonable purposes."

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: