Persephone Lore Olympus Novels & Stories

Sylvia’s shoulders shook as she cried. “Doctor Lorenzo – How am I still here? I should have died!” My eyes darted around as I sat upright. It made no sense at all! What sort of cruel afterlife could this be? I didn’t want to die in the first place but it didn’t mean I wanted to be plagued by the faces of my loved ones in the afterlife! “Miss Persephone!” Sylvia looked scandalized, her red and teary eyes blew wide. I stopped being ‘Miss Persephone’ after the unfortunate day I mated with Cassius. On that day, I went from Miss Persephone to Luna Persephone!

She also blushed a bit when the senior she adores talking to her. "So, what is the title of your project, senior?" Xui Li touches one of the ancient pillars sculpt by Athena. Amazed by her work. "Goddess of spring." Just after Athena said that, a girl who just looks like the senior comes out with her face, which Athena has made over. She makes her look like an ancient goddess from Greek myth, Persephone.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part II) ​The sanctuary doors closed behind Kaelor with a dull thud that echoed through the empty corridor. He did not stop walking. It wasn’t because he lacked the courage to return, but because he feared that if he hesitated for even a single heartbeat, he would turn back. Beneath the heavy folds of his cloak, the infant stirred, letting out a quiet, thin cry that pierced the heavy silence of the heavenly halls. Kaelor glanced down, his chest tightening as tiny, luminous violet eyes met his own.

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Demeter turned to her daughter and cupped her soft rosy cheeks in her hands. "Don't be afraid," she said gently, "Olympus is our home, too." "But I don't know anyone," Persephone said. "They are your kith and kins. You shall meet them and they shall welcome you as a true Olympian," her mother replied and then embraced her. The young goddess felt the golden warmth, smelled the green, earthy scent, and she was somehow able to calm her anxious mind. "Come now, sweet child." They walked to the field together. The Seirenes awaited them beside a light wicker chariot drawn by a swift pair of winged serpents called drakones. Demeter ordered the nymphs to look after the forest during their absence.

Adrian roared, his voice getting dangerously low at the end glaring at Lily. He sat down to watch as their torment. Lily whimpered, tears freely flowing down her face, her big brown eyes pleading as other children completely froze, their face becoming pale with fear,huddled in the corner with their eyes blown wide. "PERSEPHONE!" A scream of pure agony tore through Lily's heart as the man came closer to her. 'My Queen... Luna....your people need you.... Persephone.' Persephone rose from her sleep drenched in sweat, her hair a tangled mess, a sheer silk cloth adoring her physique with her heart beating wild..who was that?

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:

Persephone gave me a couple of creatures with different abilities, she gave me her hellhounds, basilisks and phoenixes, it was weird why she had such creatures with her but I knew they would be of good use during the battle especially after we found out that Charles was a Manti core. And last but not the least Hephatatus who gave me a special custom made weapon called a serptues sword, which had the power to destroy anyone and any type of creature in the universe due to the continuous venom generation on it, it would also be able to find its master or mistress anywhere in the universe when he or she is in trouble or just needs or wants it. If that wasn’t enough Zeus asked me to try all of th

I frown at her slightly, wishing I knew her name, wishing I could respond to her clear excitement. She smiles brightly, flashing a set of pearly white teeth. "Don't worry, I know about your memory loss. No worries that you don't remember me. I'm Persephone, and you and I were very good friends." Persephone. I wish I had studied Greek mythology more frequently now, as I search my brain for answers. After a moment, it comes to me. "The Goddess of Spring. Queen of the Underworld." "That's right!" She beams, offering me a nod. "It's been a while since I've seen you. I'm glad you're back and well."