Persephone Comics Novels & Stories

I threaded a needle and began quietly sewing a tiny doll's dress, shutting out the world. This was my final wish: to open a tailor shop filled with clothes made by my own hands before I completely rotted away. Even in this nightmare, I could at least keep stitching. The livestream chat stirred briefly at the sight. [What's with this girl? It's an apocalypse game and she's doing crafts?] [Her mentality is amazing… Or she's just completely given up.] [Looked her up. Her name's Cassidy, twenty. Late-stage lymphoma. Her family abandoned her.]

"So there is barely any need for furnishing their cells." Persephone stared at him, "Well, I would ignore the rude name calling and just believe that the reason I do not even have a chair, is because that you knew I would break it on someone's head, smart move by the way." Then facing him, she rested her back on the wall, her eyes studying him. "Which brings us to the important chicken in the room. What brings you all the way to a criminal?" "Why was my son here?" Persephone gave a small laugh, now walking around the room. "Did you not hear? I am a pharmakis. I bewitch people."

Closing her eyes, her grip tightened on the sword, encouraging her heart as it has gone more personal than obligatory. “I won’t let darkness consume you, Zadicus.” “I must end this where it started.” Speaking to herself, she rushed to the cave to stop Zadicus from taking Fiend Forgery. She ran in his direction to reach him before it’s too late. Gritting her teeth from thinking about any dire consequences. On the way explosives came out of nowhere in her path, “What the-” Stopping, Persephone jumped back, looking up and saw an albino girl standing on a cliff, with her white locks flowing in the air, hands on her waist, smiling at her.

Persephone stated and give artemis a high five. "Jeans paired with oversize t-shirt." She said to artemis. She want them to be in tweeny outfit. Artemis obeyed her and wear the same as her. "Do you have money with you?" She asked persephone confusingly. She suddenly remembers that persephone didn't pay her because she still doesn't have money. "I'm going to sell myself." Persephone said jokingly, but persephone took it seriously. "Are you crazy?" She raised her voice to her. "Just kidding" Persephone hugged her. They sprayed the same perfume and go.

I wondered if Alex and Susan were really just childhood friends. For the past six months, I had found several unfamiliar lingeries at home. My intuition told me something was wrong. However, out of trust in Alex and the seven years we had spent together, I convinced myself that these were just surprises he was preparing for me. It was not until my twenty-fifth birthday that I came home early and found used contraceptives in the trash. On the same day, Susan followed me on Instagram. Her stories were filled with photos of her in lingerie. I had seen almost every piece of them at home.

"That wish seems a bit challenging." "No matter what Grandma Cordelia wishes, Grandpa Zephyr always makes it happen!" "I see." He ruffled her hair. "Grandpa Zephyr is Grandma Cordelia's superhero." "So what about you?" "I..." Morpheus pondered. "I'll be your Doraemon, okay?" Persephone smiled sweetly. After securing their seatbelts, Morpheus started the car. Under the sunlight, their laughter drifted in the wind. - Persephone shared her plan to complete her graduation project at the fireworks factory with Morpheus.

“I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.” “I didn’t either,” Isolde said. Her voice was raw. “But it explains everything. They weren’t just targeting girls. They were casting roles.” A ping echoed from the terminal. Penelope turned the screen toward them. A document opened: ComposerDirective-42-VZ.p*f Isolde leaned in and read aloud the title: “Final Curation: Persephone’s Descent” She scrolled further. Subject Status: Untouched Scheduled Engagement: TBA Zurich / Tier-Red

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:

Seris took off her cloak as she wrapped the baby, who cried tirelessly. Seris began using magic to clean up Persephone and sew her torn vagina, healing it. Persephone tried to blink her fatigue away, even though she was brand new, the labour had taken a toll on her. “Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up.” Seris said as she immediately closed her eyes. Seris carried the crying baby downstairs as Pack members rejoiced, bowing in gratitude. “Your healthy son.” Seris said as Raymond took the baby from her, smiling in relief.

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️