Persephone Kore Novels & Stories

I stand up and put my hands to my mouth, “The Goddess of Torture built a chamber specifically for the Mavri Magea? The actual daughter of Hades and Persephone?” I stop short when I realize what I just said. Persephone? I turn and look at Cora, “A-are you her? Don’t lie to me.” “I am not the Goddess Persephone you think I am. I am only named after her because I had to be,” Cora says bluntly.

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

A feeling of dread and apprehension filled my veins and I prayed that he was alright. The throne was a symbolic of the stability of Underworld, I cannot let a god see that right now the situation was somewhat out of our hands. "Queen Persephone." Eros called out. "Quit your games Lord Eros, where is my mate?" "Well, well impatient aren't we." I bared my teeth at him, my canines elongating. His eyes widened as he took several steps back but the expression was soon morphed into a smile. "Impatient as well as lethal."

She was quite good at this. She was right. There was an easier way to get the throne than killing everyone that stood in the way. Playing these little games which I once thought to be boring turned out to be interesting just from watching her. I could sit back and watch her get at this and not be bored for a single second. “Then what is it you want then?” Kendry asked. “Workers,” Persephone said. “I have secured land to plant a special plant on but I need workers. If you can provide the manpower needed then we can take you seriously as a supporter.”

“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

"The only way you'll find is straight to hell!" Adrenaline numbs all my feelings, there is no more pain in my feet or body, it magically disappears. There's only Henric and me. (...) Cosmo I watch in awe as Persephone in all her devilish glory, she was a goddess, a queen. My queen. She opens a clean cut on Henric's belly and sticks her hand inside his stomach, the scream and cry reverberates through the walls that keep many stories of all the lives that were lost there.

"When I safely leave this place, I'll make sure to thank you properly." "Don't worry about leaving for now. If the time comes, I'll help you." "Okay." "But first, you need to tell me your name." Morpheus turned to look at her, smiling. "I'm Morpheus Orton." He then took out paper and pen from the drawer to write down his name. Persephone smiled sheepishly. "What's your name?" "I'm Persephone Hamerton." Morpheus stared. "Did your birth cause your parents a lot of trouble?"

They want to wear us down with their attacks, including sending weaklings in first. And knowing that Melania is really pulling the strings, it makes sense. Of course, an ancient hag would have a better battle strategy than some dumbass pup. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the program Persephone had installed. I smiled when I saw a message from Darren. Not that the text was anything. It was just a forward of the dossier. I smiled because I have programmed as Tesoro Mio. He may not realize how serious I mean that pet name, but he is my treasure as my mate. I grew up believing that your mate is the greatest gift the Goddess can give a wolf, and as such, they should be treasured and loved

I wasn’t as assertive as I could’ve been. “So, I understand you were part of Aurelia’s birth pack and can manipulate energy signatures according to your pack profile.” Persephone’s voice pulled me from my inner thoughts. I smiled as I realized Riordan had joined us. “Can you elaborate on what exactly that means? And how would it be relevant as a guard?” Persephone asked, cocking her head and looking at Riordan curiously.

Uranus took a step back away from Erebus, "You are manipulating me! Stop it!" Erebus sighed. Allura was the daughter of the Queen, of course she was in on this. But they had been hiding their traces very well and he couldn't even prove they did anything, let alone hiding the fact that he was the one who brought Perses in when it was out in public. He knew Perses had been in love with Uranus all his life, and that was why he kept his distance with Uranus. So there was no way Perses would mark someone else, and even if he did, he wouldn't have acted on it.