Roman Name Persephone Novels & Stories

“If she is with Zadicus then I apologize but it would affirm my doubt.” Her tone converted into a growl, burning while Kriss cannot fathom what his ears are hearing. His heart trembled in fear when she announced what he refused to believe. “Number 3 is none other than Persephone.”

Sylvia’s shoulders shook as she cried. “Doctor Lorenzo – How am I still here? I should have died!” My eyes darted around as I sat upright. It made no sense at all! What sort of cruel afterlife could this be? I didn’t want to die in the first place but it didn’t mean I wanted to be plagued by the faces of my loved ones in the afterlife! “Miss Persephone!” Sylvia looked scandalized, her red and teary eyes blew wide. I stopped being ‘Miss Persephone’ after the unfortunate day I mated with Cassius. On that day, I went from Miss Persephone to Luna Persephone!

The Temples of Persephone were dedicated to her alone in Athens, Corinth, Megara, and Sparta. But amongst all the gifts, Hades gave her the most valuable one. She gave her the power to rule her kingdom as her own. Thus, Persephone, the goddess whose very name means "she who weakens the darkness" was pronounced wife of Hades, the Iron Queen. As the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the souls, she shall carry into effect the curses upon the dead or guide them through the Underworld to a more enjoyable afterlife. Along with Hades, Persephone shall hold an ancient role as Queen of the Dead and Goddess of springtime, vegetation, and maidenhood.

She suddenly wipe her tears due to too much laughing. "Look! We had a guest. She's the famous Artemis from olympus, right your dearest and most treasured best friend." She caressed artemis hair. Persephone hold her hand and twisted it. "Touch her you bitch and i'll send you again in the pit of hell." She's about to lift her hand when a car from behind them shout at them to move their car aside. "Πόρνη" Persephone last word before she passed out.

And then she begins to chant: “We open our hearts to any messages or visions that will guide use towards our goal. Zephyr from the West, Boreas from the North, Notus from the South, and Eurus from the East bring to us the words, the whispers, the names, and the voices that you’ve heard. Tell us where we can find the Prince of Darkness, the Morning Star, Beelzebub himself. Where will we find Lucifer? Winds flow through the cave, circling us and seeming to dive into the mirror before swirling back out. And when the winds come back out, the cacophony that they bring out is deafening. Snippets of conversation from all over the Underworld. “Your father will be so proud when he arrives…” “NO!

“I can’t go against our goddess. Symbolically stealing her husband isn’t a healthy decision for any desire demon.” Anders winced. Madison grinned. “Thank you, Poppy! That is an excellent point! When the vampire named you, he didn’t use a naming ritual, nor did he get permission from the god he selected. Persephone wouldn’t ever allow one of her people to take the name of herself or her husband.

“You still won’t tell me the gender, will you?” “Not a chance.” She groaned dramatically. “You’re cruel.” “But imaginative,” I said proudly. “If it’s a girl, I’m thinking… Seraphina Moonlight Augustus.” “Absolutely not,” she snorted. “That sounds like a stage name for a Victorian illusionist.” I grinned. “Okay, okay. What about Persephone?” She stared at me. “You want our daughter to be named after the queen of the underworld?” “It’s powerful.”

Just like mine. She was my child. Even asleep it was clear by looking at Penelope that she was mine. All these months I've had a daughter and I didn't even know it. There was an ache in my chest and an uncertainty of what to do next. "Her name is Penelope."Jamie walked into the room and stood beside me at the crib. "After my Mother, she would've been happy about that."I appreciated that Jamie named Penelope after my Mother, especially since I wasn't in the picture."It must've been hard for you doing it alone, I'm sorry that you had to."

Father Francis replied with a little pity. Suddenly her eyes grew wide and she flared up in fury. Her features began to contort, reaching out her hands to grab Father Francis but they were held with the chains. She now looked unrecognizable. Father Francis laid a purple stole, two surplices, a big vial of holy water, and two copies of The Roman Ritual on a table placed father away in the room. "I believe we should begin." Frowning Father Lazarus said "You mean now? Right away?" Father Francis glanced at him.