Persona Hermes Novels & Stories

The lady who sat beside the old man retorted. “Hera, leave my daughter alone.” The man silenced her. “But Zeus…” Hera protested. “We have more important matters that need to be discussed.” Zeus said, making Hera shut her mouth and swallow her pride. “What’s your name, young lady?” Zeus asked me in a calm tone. “Pandora.” I answer slightly bowing my head to show him my respect. He smiles at me while Hera only glares at me. “So it’s true.” He comments. “You’re back.”

"Look! It's dangerous here. We'll look for her, so find yourself someplace safe outside!" Jiezel immediately searched her pouch and fetched her cellphone, showing a picture of Diane from a random conference. "T-This is her," she gulped, "Um, she's wearing a red nightgown that falls past her feet, body tight. And she's very, very beautiful. You'll notice her instantly. Her hair - her hair is loose, reaching down to her--" "Hey, hey," Stan shook Jiezel and rubbed her shoulders, shushing her softly. She didn't realize she was talking so fast. She nodded her head to herself, wiping her tears and breathing deeply.

Willow opened the car door for her, a slander leg with a silver heel stepped out first before her whole figure got out of the sedan. She wore a cream backless split thigh dress, which had a cowl neck criss cross tied, showing off her blessed figure. Her curly hairs cascaded on her back, and adorned with hair pins on the front. She smiled widely, waving her hand and blowing kisses everywhere. She was indeed a Goddess in a human form. "You guys I guess the Goddess is here! Let's see what she would bless our eyes with tonight!" Said reporter Rizzy Black and ran to the side. The reporters swarming around her taking pictures like there was no tomorrow. There is a saying that if she is posted on y

The scary warrior I saw in my dreams was gone, replaced by a man who looked at her like she was his entire world. He didn’t call her Erza. “Herse,” he whispered. The name made my heart stop. Herse. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Herse wasn't a wolf. She was the Dew Goddess—the daughter of the Moon itself. The truth hit me like a physical weight. All this time, I thought I was looking for a lost werewolf relative. But the woman who gave me her blood was actually a Goddess who had chosen to live among humans.

"It's not been up to twenty four hours. I remember you." The blonde huffed. "Hey, I'm Charlie. Sana's best friend and chief bridesmaid." "Hey. Nice to meet you, I'm London." It took Sana's confused blink to realize my mistake. Fuck fuck fuck. In my defense, it was way too early to continue with my alternate personality. I immediately burst into laughter. "Oh my God, I'm kidding. You should have seen your face." I laughed. Sana gave a relieved smile. "I was so confused."

"Do you like this one, miss?" Selene stammered, "I-I just think it looks nice, that's all." The sales assistant wasn’t about to miss this opportunity, and promptly took the handbag from the display. "If you think it looks nice, that means you like it. Just looking isn’t enough! You have to feel it to know the quality! This handbag is Hermes's latest model, made of crocodile leather with a streamlined design! This design even won an international award!" the sales assistant explained passionately.

No matter how enticing the idea of reunion could have been. I am a principle-oriented person that is why I am a queen. I set principles and I do not compromise. Not even for love. When I felt and saw Hermes, I just concluded that he had worked hard to revive me so we could be together. As well as save the universe side by side.

he revealed as stood at the door to keep the elevator from going up. “I only want to tell the truth and get justice for everyone that Tom hurt. Tell your friend that Tom is just a person, and that the world is bigger than one person.” Meri just simplified a monster and possibly helped this person and their friend. “My name’s Merida but call me Meri and come see me whenever and bring your friend.” “James don’t tell anyone besides Theo this, but she is under the alias Pomona. But make sure to run by me before your visit.” Theresa says and then gestures for him to step back. “Now get back to work.”

“Longer, miss. I’ve worked here as his housekeeper for the last five years. I’ll get you water!” “Oh, what’s your name?” I asked, liking her chatty nature. I could make friends with her and get to know a lot about my captor! “Stella Hawkes! I know you’re Hermione Averoff!” I gasped at the way she pronounced my full name. I hated it. “Please call me Hera. I hate my full name!” “Why? It’s so exotic, a symbol of intelligence in our era! Hermione was the daughter of the Greek messenger God, Hermes. I’m sure you know that already!”

Yes, the handsome man in the middle was indeed Perseus, Hermes’s half-brother and Zeus son! “Your heart isn’t filled with war and strife. Following Ares must be torture for you. Why then do you do his bidding, brother?” Hermes finally lifted his sunken head to reveal half of his face. His face was as pale as ice sheets, and his eyes dull without any light. There were dead skin tissues all over his face, and his lips were hardened with the dried blood that coated them. He looked like a man with one foot in the grave. Any who would have seen him would have been shocked to find this was his current appearance. For what kind of God looked like this!