Pomegranate Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

We are on an open deck for all the world to see. I kissed her hand and put it around my neck. I kissed her once more and got off her before I couldn’t control myself. She was laughing, and I glared at her. “Later, muffin,” she teased, and an agonizing groan tore at my lips as I watched her rose. We are getting closer to the birthplace of Apollo and his twin sister, Artemis, goddess of the hunt and virginity. Well, according to Greek Mythology. I rose to my full height and walked close to her as she gazed at the beautiful island as far as her eyes could see.

Cassie snapped back. "Wait, doesn't that like make him the devil?" Carmen spoke this time. "His name is Prometheus," corrected Henry, "and is a Greek deity renown for stealing fire from the gods which still sounds even crazier due to the mere fact that he's hunting us right this instant! I mean, this clearly changes our understanding of the entire universe..." Carmen slightly nodded her head before slowly turning to look out the window and save herself the torment of hearing Henry geek out all over the place.

“I have juicy news.” “Hades is at the back. He sensed you two minutes ago.” Dionysus emerged from the hug and gave the basket to Persephone. “Apples and watermelons like what you like.” Persephone inspected the basket, squealing way too loud. “And grapes.” She lifted her head, quite amused. “That’s for me. You can literally eat anything but my grapes.” “Thank you so much.” Persephone left the door open and walked in.

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:

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

“We didn’t get an opportunity to find out your food preferences yesterday, so I brought breakfast for you. If you would prefer to eat after you workout, I can keep this warm for you, but Doctor Khe specifically requested you eat the pomegranate to get your strength up.” What? How strong can the pomegranate make me? Seems like an old wives’ tale, but whatever. “Uh, yeah, okay.” I sit up and yawn with a snarl. The assistant shies back, pressing himself against the wall closest to the door. His eyes are wide with fear as he looks at me. “A-are you okay, Sir?”

In just a few minutes, with his hunger satisfied and his plate emptied, James leaned back in the chair to finish his drink. For the first time, he looked around the large dining hall. Near the front door he saw a statue of a woman holding a cornucopia and various items of the harvest. There are sure a lot of statues around here, he thought. He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically.

"One day, when Persephone the young goddess was gathering flowers by the stream, Hades the brother of Zeus and god of the underworld abducts her. Zeus and Demeter kept asking for her. Reluctant to release her, he forces Persephone to eat a pomegranate seed, the food of the dead" the other female voice continued. "We always believe she would come back but we didn't know who she would come back as. We only knew she was going to come back as someone we least expect" my said guardian continued. "And is that where my powers come from?" I asked

“She’s awake, and has blessed Celine. She said that when we’re ready for her to be pregnant again, all we need to do is pray.” He looks at her then sighs and looks at his hands, “Then she’ll conceive again.” His mother narrows her eyes, “It was Artemis, the sleeping God. Goddess of the hunt, the half-moon and fertility.” She nods, “So, she was grateful to be woken then?” He tilts his head,

She was fascinated by the way that different cultures had woven tales of love into the night sky. "And then there's the story of Orion and Scorpio," Eddie said, pointing to two constellations on opposite sides of the sky. "According to Greek mythology, Orion was a great hunter who boasted that he could kill any animal on earth. This angered the goddess Gaia, who sent a giant scorpion to kill him."