Roman Name Persephone Novels & Stories

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

“Movies, Baba. Have you got to one where Persephone is kept captive by Hades in the Underworld yet?” He picked up one from the top of a pile and handed it to me, grimacing. “She also mentioned that Hercules has a secret love affair with Persephone and that she claims that her name is Megara. She didn’t even get the hero’s name correct! Heracles, people! Heracles!”

" His voice carried over to where I was. I wanted to turn around so bad but I didn't, didn't want to act like her presence here bothered me or anything, or that I was curious and I wanted to listen to their conversations, so I kept on walking. I walked back into my room and quickly closed the door then stepped away from it. What the hell was Persephone doing here? She was supposed to be the "wife of Hades" or mistress or whatever. I had read in the books about the romance between them, was it all real? What was she doing here now? She had referred to herself as Lady of the household. I didn't like that one bit. I was still pacing my room when the door was opened and one of the goblins walked

He became calm. "Are you okay? She will never scold you again. Hush." He said softly as he brushes the tears in my eyes away. I tilted my head in confusion. "Why did you call me Persephone? My name is Agape. Not Persephone. Who is Persephone, Cakeu?" It can't be Hades' Persephone, right? It's the second time he called me by that name. What does he want to say? "I know you're Agape."

“Her friend. Who are you?” She closed her eyes and the cracks in the earth between us began to close. “Persephone,” she said as she opened her eyes. “And this is Angelica’s mother. You will take us to where you believe they are going,” she said, nodding in the direction Zander had flown. “Persephone, as in, Queen of the Underworld?” I asked in disbelief. “More like the oldest immortal slave of the underworld,” she said as she placed a hand on the shoulder of Angelica’s mother. “Come on, we need to be going before the souls realize their captor is gone.”

It laid across the land in smooth curves, beautiful in the light, calm and innocuous. Standing by me as I stood marveling the enormous river, Will said. "That's river Acheron, the river of sorrows." After taking my fill of magical view I sat down on the marble slab alongside Will. "Welcome to your first class on Greek Gods." He fixed his invisible glasses over his nose. "Good morning teacher." "Persephone is the goddess of spring and vegetation which she inherited from her mother, Demeter, the goddess of agriculture." "The events which lead to the feud between her and Hades happened centuries ago. She isn't part of the twelve main gods, and she felt that she wasn't receiving enough praise an

She’d had an image of the Greek goddess-type in a flowing white gown draped over one shoulder. Instead, the Oracle was a middle-aged woman with a curvy frame, wildly curling black hair tightly confined with a multicolored headscarf, and creamy chocolate skin. As she moved closer, she held out both of her hands in an expectant fashion. Slowly, North offered one of her own, expecting something like a palm reading. Instead, the Oracle simply grasped her hand between her palms and squeezed gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, North. My name is Persephone, though most people call me Oracle or Seer Persephone. I prefer to dispense with that.”

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.

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.