Persephone Lore Olympus Novels & Stories

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.”

Will looks to me wanting to know the reason to my downcast eyes, but I left like I wouldn't be able to explain how the words said to me with a smile felt like a warning to never interrupt him again and though not malicious it made clear his want for me to listen to the entire story. No one else seems to a have a reaction as he continues. "Persephone who admired your Lord Hades was jealous of my daughter and one day kidnapped her while she was on her way to the Underworld. And every effort put into searching was futile and when Lord Hades finally found her she was already claimed by death." "But it did not end there, she cursed her family." I feel a tingle in my fingers and toes, my worst nig

I fear that if we progress further, I might die of contentment. ~~~~~~~ I grew bored of waiting under an olive tree for Omar to return, or Persephone to march dictating her silly requests. Even though time ran differently here, I still needed to find a way home. Preferably before the time difference between worlds caught up to irreversible damage. With a new resolve, I get up, brushing dust off my pink Greek tunic and adjusting the golden belt around my waist. Tiny pixies hid among the tall grass as I strode to the exit. Persephone's oversized terrarium quarters defy any nature laws thanks to her spring flowering abilities and a sliver of Apollo's fire burning as a miniature sun. A hidden pa

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

Lucy’s POV- Is he trippin’? His voice is firm, but his eyes are soft. It’s an enchanting gaze like a spell was casted on me and just couldn’t say no. Ok fine, I get it. Better near than in the same room. Oh please Lucy, it’s all over your nerves. It’s almost obvious that it is screaming Conner’s name. Are you certain you wouldn’t go knocking on Conner’s door tonight to be in his arms, tough momma? The argument of my alter ego is just as annoying as ever. But I swear the endearment in his eyes are awfully tempting. Still, looks like I simply don’t have any choice, but to give in to Conner’s request. I crossed my arms across my chest, “You just don’t give me any choice, do you? This is all yo

“No.. You need to spend half of the year in Olympus. It will also be the time you serve as the goddess of spring.” “Ohh. .” She kind of remember reading the myth about this. Persephone spends six months in the underworld as its queen, and the other six months as a goddess of spring in Olympus. She dreaded the idea of leaving. She was just starting to get the hang of being in the realm and in Fran’s company. The sudden change of environment will be difficult for her. Well, that will be a worry for tomorrow. “We should get started with your work, Fran.” She stared down the intimidating pile of work. She does not have a single idea how to finish any of the task, but somehow, with Fran’s guidanc

Perseph Her smile was gone as she stood, "Alright, I only came to make a business preposition to Lord Aetos. He seems like a man that knows genders do not restrict one from having ideas that can help a nation, Fat Charilaus eyes widened at that tone but Persephone paid no heed to him as she turned to his Father, her words no longer having any humour in them as she said, "You come to speak business with my Father about the growing displeasure amongst the gods. They are bored and they request some sort of entertainment, though they do not say this but crops are dying, animals are being impossible to hunt down, ships are sinking and blood is spilling, am I ri Leonidas was sure he mirrored the l

“Movies, Baba. Have you got to one where Persephone is kept captive by Hades in the Underworld yet?” He picked up one from the top of a pile and handed it to me, grimacing. “She also mentioned that Hercules has a secret love affair with Persephone and that she claims that her name is Megara. She didn’t even get the hero’s name correct! Heracles, people! Heracles!”

Foster as she helped me fix my hair and prepare for today’s agenda. “The Seekers are the ones who still have no idea of what their powers are. The Academy of Olympus does not just teach every Olympian to learn to control and use their powers for the greater good. But also help those people find what they are looking for and discover what powers they have.” Dr. Foster carefully explained. Afterward, she went beside me and lent me a very thick book. It says an unfamiliar alphabet which I cannot understand. “What is this?” I gave Dr. Foster a questioning look.