Persephone Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Hence where Tommy got the idea of blindness, bedridden and monster was puzzling to Alexis. “I am going to ask him when he turns to a great liar.” Alexis said to herself. “Austria1507” Alexis was stunned. “What are you saying?” “The password for the diary is Austria1507.” The secretary said screaming, and immediately she turned pale. “Just please, don’t make me a monster, release me please.” Alexis sneered. “Wow! That was quick.” Immediately she stood up and she remover her needle, she return them back to her wrist, then she turn to go, but she turn around and she said.

I couldn't remember the last time I slept or ate. Persephone has an endless routine, barely leaving her castle wing. She starts by cultivating the prairie where large green trees screen the ugly dark walls, giving an illusion of a surrounding forest. With each step, she sprouts wildflowers among the tall grass, a perfect hide-and-seek spot for pixies when they play with her. She then rests submersed in tepid hot springs. I cool the waters at her demand before bringing her favorite snacks—a bowl of grapes and a bottle of translucid maroon wine. I wait off her hours-long hydration, waiting for the following schedule. She often dismisses me to wash her clothes, s

She hisses at me from her mother’s side. “Thanks, bestie.” I blow a kiss at her and roll my eyes. Spending almost four months with such a vile creature almost drove me insane, but I needed her. She created the original Waiting Room. She was the only one who could help me create the light versions for Kardiá tou Menae. Persephone glares at Melinoë. “Can I trust you to stand on your own without trying to kill anyone, Melinoë?” Melinoë flicks her forked tongue and makes a guttural sound. “Fine.”

she persuaded him. Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin. "Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore," She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything. "How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip. She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

I send her a mind link. “Yes, Alpha. What can I help with,” she responds immediately. “Persephone Ferox is one of the women listed in the dossier for the meeting today. Can you find out more about her? Specifically, the name. I think it may be an alias.” “Well, off the bat, I know Ferox means wild in Latin, Alpha. You don’t think the Goddess Persephone is here at Blood River, do you?” her tone sounds more nervous at the question. “I think we would all know if the queen of the underworld was in our presence, Musu. Let me know when you have something.”

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

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:

- Adelaine’s POV - Coming home always felt like stepping back into a cage. Every wall held a memory I’d rather forget: my mother’s whispered apologies, bruises buried under designer sleeves, dinners where silence was the only safe reply. But walking through those doors with Dante at my side steadied me, though I hated needing it. My chest was tight as we crossed the marble foyer. That’s when I heard it. Elaine’s voice. Sweet, syrupy, and very unmistakable.