Persephone Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 2: The Temple of Forgotten Gods The first thing the child learned was not her own name. It was pain. The Temple of Malzareth had no nursery, no laughter, and no gentle hands welcoming newborns. Only screams. Before she learned to walk, the cries of failed experiments and sacrificed gods were the lullaby that carried her to sleep. To the priests, she was merely a cold entry inside Lord Malzareth's Black Ledger: Experiment Seven Hundred and Seventy-Three. Sometimes they called her Girl or It. Never once, Child.

Any woman would kill for his attention. 'Just let me die! He's so beautiful.. God spent a century creating this fine piece.' Even the males couldn't help appreciate this beautiful Man. Giselle was not left out, in other to gain more face in her party she hurrily fix her looks and headed towards the demi god standing in the middle of a few elites of the city. "Ehm...excuse me Gentlemen, is everyone having a great time?" Giselle's playful voice got their attention.. She received warm smiles from them but she obviously got eyes for bigger fishes.

Please, take good care of my wife. -She will not be your wife, you will not control her life and she will not be a goddess like you. Zeus asked Morpheus to leave and he obeyed. He looked at us with a cold expression and threatened that if we refused this union, he would punish us brutally. -I don't care what you do with us, we are not afraid of you and I will not let you do what you want with my daughter. -You should be flattered, few humans are lucky enough to marry a God.

Not a single one of them are on the same beat. My sweat clad hands slips out of Orpheus’ grasp, causing me to fall to my knees beside him. There is nothing but air for me to grab onto and so I fall. A pained cry leaves my lips as my knees collide with the hard stage. Something inside of my head breaks. It snaps in half like that of a broken pencil. More pain. More fear. More confused thoughts swarm my brain. I don’t understand what’s going on. I can hardly breathe. My vision has gone blurry, with nothing but hazy silhouettes and wet moisture staring back at me. “What have you done to her?!” I hear my mother shout at Orpheus.

Her beauty was legendary, a blessing and a curse that drove Hades to madness with jealousy. But my mother, Minthe, was his mistress before Persephone’s jealousy demanded her exile. Unbeknownst to him, she carried me within her. When Persephone discovered my existence, her fury was absolute. She abandoned Hades, retreating to Mount Olympus, where she convinced Zeus to grant her sanctuary. I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal.

"Where else did I leave proof of daddy's hunger for you, baby girl? How much did I hurt you, Persephone?" Persephone. Goddess of death. Forced into wedlock against her will by Hades after he kidnapped her. Harmon didn't exactly kidnap me, but he did lock me up. Now he was talking about our marriage like I had no say in the matter. The parallels made me smile, despite the serious nature of what he unveiled to me as he lathered my body in soap. "If I'm going to be Persephone, I need to know everything Hades did before he became Zeus," I said in a shaky voice, daring to lather a loofah in body wash and take to washing his body too.

Mom took a deep breath, her gaze turning distant, as if the memories were playing out before her eyes. The Story of the Priestesses “When the world was young and men had just begun ruling over the land, the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Zeus fell in love. Together, they had eight children: Narcissus, Pandia, Ersa, Horae, Musaeus, Eiar, Theros, Phthinoporon, and Kheimon—the Goddess of Winter.

Iris huffs. “She is a demi-god herself. The daughter of Hades and this puts her and her children in terrible danger. Persephone is Hades’s wife. She is most jealous and will kill any proof that her husband has been unfaithful. Now to save you for her wrath, Hades tried to block your powers. Clearly, it didn’t work.” “I'm a demi-god?” Sabrina asks. “Yes, you are,” Selene answers directly. “What do you get out of helping her?” Iris asks Selene.

And though Nektaria was not favourable to her husband, no, her husband had only married her because it was the law decreed by the gods so she could have a child and as he was more interested in his male slaves, one particularly being Cleon, a Hermes familia of low birth. So he despised the sight of Nektaria even though she loved the ground he walked on, but he gave her Persephone the love Nektaria would never have and she was grateful to him. Until that fateful day. Persephone had been playing in the fields, her curly bouncy hair flying, Nektaria was talking to Aglaia, who was telling stories of her son who was as defiant as his Father before she saw it. Her daughter, lying on the ground, un

The scandal rippled through the heavens until, as she had hoped, it reached the throne of Zeus, King of the Gods. In the hallowed halls of Olympus, Zeus looked down from his throne at the weeping, prostrate Cassandra, then to the dark, thunderous expression on Apollo's face. "Apollo," Zeus's voice rumbled, "the laws of the divine cannot be defied. A sacred bloodline must not be cast aside or born in shame. You will marry her. You will give this child a name and a legitimate place." Hearing this, a look of ecstatic triumph flashed in Cassandra’s eyes.