Persephone Poem Novels & Stories

Her fingers trembled as she gently pressed them against his cold cheek, searching for any sign of warmth or life. [“We are bound in life, in the afterlife, and in whatever life comes after that. Nothing—be it death, war, or sickness—would part us. We’ll be together until the end of time,” Perseus articulates, each word hitting me like a bomb as his tone is coated with sincerity.]

It took me six good fucking hours to wrap this up. The painting was indeed a masterpiece. Every line, curve, color, and brush felt like me. It came from my soul, beaming out to suffice. It was a painting of a woman, whose back was covered in bruises and scars. She was Persephone, the goddess who wears her scars as the memory of descent. Her bowed head was the silence of the underworld, yet her golden hair was the promise of spring. In her folded posture lies both grief and rebirth, a goddess whose pain is not weakness but transformation.

I hold her to me, cry into her hair, until her body begins to glow and slowly fades from my arms. And then… nothing. No body. No breath. Only a vacuum. Like the room itself exhales something ancient and strong. “It’s done,” Persephone says softly.

Persephone begged again. “Sorry I took so long, Persephone.” Seris said as she entered the pack house with her knights. She immediately vanished from their sight as she went to the room where Persephone was. “Per….” “Seris.....” Persephone called out quietly. The mid-wives bowed as Seris began a spell. “Release the pain and come forth, little one.” Seris said, as the baby came out of Persephone with great ease. Seris took off her cloak as she wrapped the baby, who cried tirelessly.

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.

I don’t even know if he’s still alive. “How far do you think we will need to go to be sure we’re safe?” Persephone questioned, wiping her hands on her shimmery blue skater dress. It was torn and not at all proper anymore. If she was to bend, someone would get a view of her underwear. Emilia growled at that thought. After all, Persephone is only fifteen. No one should be looking at her that way.

APOLLO woke up and stretch his self. His eyes darted to the particular place where he recognize two figures sitting on the bench with grocery bags. He brushed his teeth and went outside to help, but he rushed when he saw persephone was unconscious. "What happen to her?" He asked to the lady who is beside persephone artemis. He doesn't know what happen to him, but when he see her, he unconsciously feel pain within. A pain that he can't explain. She look at him in the eyes. He can sense longing was written all over her face. He doesn't know her so as she. He chose to ignore whatever it is and decided to be mean to her.

I replied in the affirmative, and she sent heart eyes emojis as her response. When I finally got there, I could smell the sweet aroma of my favorite rice recipe from the door. I took it in whilst standing there, smiling like a fool. Then, I hung my jacket on the hanger beside the door and my feet began to work. I started toward the kitchen, making sure that my footsteps were as light as possible. I had no idea what I expected to see, but it was not what I was seeing right now. Persephone stood beside a counter, dressed up in a red lingerie as she stirred whatever was in the pot. There was a glass of juice on the counter, and she looked around to see if the coast was clear at first.

But tonight, everything felt different. Rising up onto her elbows, Persephone's gaze roved over the sculpted expanse of Orion's chest, the play of candlelight casting shadows across his defined abs. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone, down the center of his chest, and through the coarse hair that trailed down to his still-hard member. It throbbed beneath her touch, and she smirked, feeling a sense of power and mischief bubbling within her.

The Prince rose an eyebrow as if he were amused, “Really Lady Persephone, well my Vampire body is far more tolerant than a humans, any disease she may carry will not affect me. Besides, does she not touch you?” “Well...Yes she does work on me from time to time.” said Lady Persephone, clearly flustered and embarrassed to admit she wasn’t a total natural beauty. Seraphina suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, Lady Persephone kept Seraphina most nights perform youth and beauty songs for her.