Persephone Nickname Novels & Stories

She growled, turning her head toward the ground again but her enunciation made him chuckle emptily. “I intend to do the same honestly.” He smiled sadly but it made her frown. She didn’t look at him, biting the inside of her cheek. He glanced at her, smile vanishing to be replaced by an agonized face. Connecting his eyes purely to her puffy ones, drowning in the nostalgic sensations, followed by a wave of endearment, he called her with the softest tone, “Persephone.” Lifting her heavy gaze at his melodious call, she looked up innocently at him, “What is it?”

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."

“Originally, I thought a pirate and a siren, but Patrick said that there would be a lot of pirates.” “Agreed.” “Then I thought, Bonnie and Clyde, and finally, Hugh Hefner and a playboy bunny.” “Pierce, you’re so naughty! I do like that last idea, but I was thinking Medusa and Perseus.” “Perseus...as in the one who cut off Medusa’s head. You don’t think that’s a little morbid?” “It’s Halloween, Pierce. What you thought?” “Honestly, they are both pretty strong contenders. I’m fine with either one,” Pierce admitted.

She wore a gown that flowed like liquid darkness, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like the shadows themselves. The aura that surrounded her was so much power that I felt powers coursing through me. I stared at her for a prolonged moment until a subtle click of her finger snapped me back to the present. "Who are you?" I asked, a sense of familiarity mixed with confusion. I waited for her introduction. "I am Persephone," she smiled warmly. I turned around and noticed that Goddess Selene was no longer with us. I wondered where she had disappeared to, leaving me alone with a goddess I knew very little about. It felt like the cruelest abandonment.