Persephone Lore Olympus Novels & Stories

"I don't know the first thing about being a father. I wasn't expecting this." "You're not doing it alone, you'll learn as you go along. Don't make a mistake and run away from this."Eoin stood from his chair and picked up the files. "You're lucky you know, Penelope is a great little girl." I looked up at Eoin in surprise, after hearing the name."Penelope?" "That's what Jamie called her, after your mother. I should get back to work, Don't drink too much."He walked out of the office and back to his.

He's getting more anxious the longer they can't find Eleena. "I think she is in---" "She's at our home." The two of them looked back at the person who spoke. Their brows met when they saw Persephone with a Cerberus on her side. It is on alert, its three heads are facing the two of them with their teeth showing as if they are ready to pounce at them any time. "You gave her the fruit." Apollo tried to take a step forward but he stopped when Cerberus went between them, growling at Apollo.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big

He could hear the lock move into place from the outside. Her greyed hair though scanty, frail, and dirty stood on end. Her eyes gleamed brightly and her mouth rasped out its breath, it smelled like the rotten stench and it filled the room. Her face had grown hideous but a smirk seemed misplaced. Her skull can be seen outlined by the thin coats of flesh. Transfixed by an unknown force, Sergie gasped in startled pain as he realized with horrified horror that he was held by an invisible hand on the neck. It carried him up in the air, he seemed to be levitating. His eyes grew wide as she struggled to free himself.

I reply gawking at the magnificent wolf. “Go greet her.” He pushes me forward. “Paragon is the key to the resplendent, grand gate of Mount Olympus that protects the Gods. It’s our duty to protect her by word of my father, Hercules. Solicited into service by the Goddess Selene and the God Zeus. We are born with a sealed fate. Protect the gate or die trying.” Her copper eyes look around to see why everyone has gone quiet. I feel her confidence dip and a defensive wall build around her spirit. She takes a hesitant half a step back.

Clare's eyes widened with a glint of pain but she hid it immediately with a smile, a warm smile she usually wears every time Ceres would throw a tantrum to her mom. "I'm sorry Ceres." Clare said before she bowed her head a little and turned her heels and walked out of the prison. As soon as Clare was gone, another person came in. You cannot deny that he is, indeed, a god in mt. Olympus, he's so handsome. I turned my gaze to Ceres and I chuckled when I saw her ogling at the boy with her lips slightly parted, but when she noticed me looking at her teasingly, she cleared her throat and shook her head furiously.

he said, reaching out to hold his wife’s hand when he said ‘we. Persephone was even harder to read. Perhaps it was because she was the daughter of The Zeus? Nurture over nature, but I’m not sure. I have only met The Zeus once, and he did seem to have a stern face with a schooled impression. But that school expression didn’t stay when she looked from the hope chest to Chara. I saw sadness as she looked at Chara, sucking her thumb in her sleep. "We are both thankful for the actions you've taken, Lord Ares," she said, squeezing her husband's hand back. "The money within will be used to help Chara. You've done much for us." she nodded.

Mount Olympus is at constant wars and it’s soldiers need to be prepared at all times. And he valued his daughters, each and everyone of them. “What about a daughter? Who is this daughter?” “Clearly, you lost track of your children. Persephone came to Asclepius yesterday.” “What? She is a God, she can heal herself? That is somehow difficult to believe, even if it is a news from you Freya.” “I know you’d say that.” “Then , it is a lie.”

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.”

Vivienne whispered, “He was gentle… until he wasn’t.” Dorian swore under his breath and moved to the terminal. “If Adrien drafted a new directive, it has to be stored in the Berlin cache.” Penelope slid in beside him. “I’m already looking.” Her fingers moved rapidly over the cracked keyboard. Dust fell from the aging server as it groaned under the pull of new queries. Vivienne moved to Isolde’s side, grasping her sister’s hand. “I saw the name ‘Persephone’ before. I thought it was a myth, a code. I didn’t know it was… you.”