Roman Name Persephone Novels & Stories

She’s wearing a blood-red silk dress that looks like she’s been sewn into it. She really is stunning. She does not take my breath away. Medus snarls in my mind, startling me with the sudden attention. His reaction is instantly hostile, like he’s recognised something that I haven’t. “I thought I saw you sneaking out here,” she says, smiling like we’re sharing a secret. “I’m Persephone. Who might you be?” I stare at her and breathe in without meaning to. The scent that drifts towards me is wrong. She doesn’t smell like werewolf, not even close. It’s something colder, like frost, so sharp it makes my nose tingle.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

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.

"Where else did I leave proof of daddy's hunger for you, baby girl? How much did I hurt you, Persephone?" Persephone. Goddess of death. Forced into wedlock against her will by Hades after he kidnapped her. Harmon didn't exactly kidnap me, but he did lock me up. Now he was talking about our marriage like I had no say in the matter. The parallels made me smile, despite the serious nature of what he unveiled to me as he lathered my body in soap. "If I'm going to be Persephone, I need to know everything Hades did before he became Zeus," I said in a shaky voice, daring to lather a loofah in body wash and take to washing his body too.

He looks just like his brothers but his features are darker as if living in the underworld made him bitter and age faster. "This is just a mistake." Apollo stepped forward and Eleena looked back at him. He smiled a little at her in hopes that it could comfort her. "Persephone…" he looked at the goddess but no amount of fear or guilt could be traced in her face. "Gave Eleena the pomegranate and she accidentally tasted it. Return her soul to her body, Hades." "No." Eleena stood and Hades's eyes went to her. "Just like I said earlier, I am here to ask for your help."

he said as he tilted his chin up in a playful manner. “Will Kora be joining us tonight?” Asked Damien. “Kora?” I asked quite mindlessly. Lucifer smiled, “You may know her better as Persephone,” he tilted his chin towards me as he spoke, the man was even taller than Damien. Lucifer saw the look on my face and it was clear that he knew what was going through my mind. Persephone was Hades' wife in Greek Mythology, being told that Hades kidnapped her and brought her to be the queen of the underworld7.

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:

She sneers at the sight of another woman in the palace. The undivided attention from Hades spoiled the once innocent girl she was. Sweet Primavera was now bitter than lemons. "A soul before it's time. Hades wishes you to decide her fate." Persephone walks closers, inspecting every inch of the woman in my arms. I had to convince her she was no threat to Persephone's Queen position. Only then could I keep her nearby. "You could make her your maidservant, all the queens in my time have one."

Se was fighting against an indestructible force. This was not right, she had to think about something, and quickly, her dream of being near to her dear king and amassing immense power together, could vanish in a second. No, she would be Persephone, no one else, “ARGGGGGGG!” With a deafening cry, Rodeath charged forward, asking her ancestors for more strength.