Persephone Pjo Novels & Stories

"Are you saying that Zora only had one kidney to begin with?" Simon quavered. "It seemed like Ms. Zora donated a kidney to someone else in the past," Healer Petra corrected. "That was why she only had one kidney. But by the time we discovered this, she had already died from the poison. "So in order not to let her kidney go to waste, we proceeded with the kidney transplant surgery." Looking wronged, Healer Petra continued, "None of you bothered to listen to me earlier. All of you left with the other patient. And since you ordered us not to disturb you, we could only put Ms. Zora in the morgue first."

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.”

I perk up a smile and glade Persephone acts like the teenager she's supposed to be. I was afraid that Persephone's mind was still locked in the Order. That fragile child wanted to be free in search of her mother. I'm still waiting for the results from Hector. My patients aren't limited, but I am keeping this child here with me, especially now that Eva has been informed her 'special' child is gone. She will do anything to get her back. I can't put Persephone at risk. Although this mansion is the safest place and the people working here are trained professionals and can protect her, in my gut, I feel uneasy leaving her.

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

It was only when my fingernails tore into my own flesh that the searing pain succeeded in wrenching my thoughts back to the present. "What's the matter, Helena? You should really try this perfume," Queenie prompted as she batted her large eyes with a look of pure innocence, her harmless appearance giving absolutely no hint of her cruel and wicked nature. She noticed that I didn't reach for the gift, so she gently extended the porcelain bottle containing the perfume. I quickly shot up and stepped away from my desk. I pointed warily at the slightly cluttered surface and said, "You can just leave that there for the time being."

A chill crept down my spine, even in this disembodied state. Cassandra let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. “Come, my dear.” She urged, her voice a gentle coaxing. Perseus, without hesitation, dropped his book of rhymes, the pages fluttering softly as it fell. He moved to her, settling onto her lap, a small, trusting weight. She wrapped him in a warm, protective embrace, her arms a sanctuary. “You’ll be okay, you’re not sick… it’s just something you’re born with. And you’ll get better soon.” Her words were meant to soothe, but even I could detect the underlying current of fear.

"Well, Opal, follow the crescent moons and you shall find your way." Persephone walked inside the tunnel. She watched as the witch sealed it off. Biting her lip, she glanced forward and she realized large crescent moons lit the walls of the tunnel. Well, there was no going back now. Each step she took, the further away from the life she used to live and who she used to be. ____

She was adept at making up new kinds and naming them. Persephone was growing up fast and free, always running beneath the sunshine and azure skies. Her glowing beauty was so ravishing that it attracted all sorts of gentle creatures wherever she went. She loved cavorting with rabbits, fawns, and other animals from the grotto of her favorite cousin Pan, god of the wild. Now the girl was on the verge of womanhood, being pampered even more so by the Barley-Mother herself.

Seris took off her cloak as she wrapped the baby, who cried tirelessly. Seris began using magic to clean up Persephone and sew her torn vagina, healing it. Persephone tried to blink her fatigue away, even though she was brand new, the labour had taken a toll on her. “Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up.” Seris said as she immediately closed her eyes. Seris carried the crying baby downstairs as Pack members rejoiced, bowing in gratitude. “Your healthy son.” Seris said as Raymond took the baby from her, smiling in relief.

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, scrub the heated rocks and prepar