Siblings Of Persephone Novels & Stories

What did my Papa, no scratch that, what did Chesed do now? “Crista!” Delilah hurried to escape her blanket and rushed over to her sister. “When André and Alexander came for Persephone, I was so worried. What happened?” Delilah questioned, hugging Crista tightly. Yeah, she’s the sensitive one of the sisters.

“I can’t lose her, Persephone. It’ll be the death of me.” Shocked, Persephone’s eyes widened at that. That was where their father found them with Persephone crouched down before Orion and Orion on his knees her before she looked to their father. “She’s his mate and she will be dead before the morning,” she finally told their father. Orion’s eyes instantly looked back and forth between his sister and father. He was uncertain how they’d take this news. When his sister fixed him with a look: “Well, you certainly have your work cut out for you since you’ve made quite a mess between the two of you. We expect to meet our newest family legacy properly.”

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 only know that getting pregnant by Remiel ruined her chances to be Queen and allowed Eve to become Lucifer’s baby mama.” “The story runs deeper than that I’m afraid.” The center woman breathes out heavily, her eyes meeting with Levi’s beside me. Levi nods his head in confirmation. “You may tell Jamari what you know about that night Clotho.” Clotho, so the woman that is currently wearing their shared eyes is the sister Clotho. That means that the other two women are Atropos and Lachesis, but who is who I have no idea. My eyes move back and forth between the two sisters.

Hecate, Selene's sister, said it out of the blue. Hecate appeared next to Selene, and her red gaze held a lot of aggression and authority.

I was left behind, an unwanted reminder of my father’s betrayal. I was just twelve when Persephone visited the Underworld and found my mother. I remember the encounter vividly—Minthe standing defiantly before the goddess, her slim, curvaceous form framed by long, straight red hair and pointed ears. She dared to proclaim herself more beautiful than Persephone, wife of Hades. It was the last mistake she ever made.

That banquet had changed so many things. Circe was locked in the cold-iron tide-cell, her Siren Pearl gone, her singing throat gone. Every time she tried to curse Orson and me, the seal of truth at her brow forced her to say, "Vera is Lord Theron's own sister. Orson is the Divine Court's own brother. I slandered them. I cannot afford to pay."

Our father, Eses, the God of Skies, was clearly surprised to hear what my sister and I said. "Are you sure? You two have followed Guerrian and Dexaldir everywhere since childhood." "We're sure, Father." When we left the Celestial Palace with the imperial decree in hand, my sister and I finally lost the composure that we had been forcing ourselves to keep. We hugged each other. My sister, Azena, wiped away my tears. "Bydona, don't cry. This is our chance at revenge."

"I bought this to make it up to you." He opened the box. Inside rested a breathtaking diamond necklace. Its brilliant stones scattered tiny rainbows across the bedroom walls. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Adrian asked proudly. "Turn around." Celeste obeyed without a word. She felt strangely detached, as though someone else were controlling her body. His fingers brushed lightly against her neck as he fastened the clasp. The diamonds felt far heavier than they should have. "There," Adrian said with satisfaction. "Tomorrow is Grandpa's birthday banquet. Everyone in the Summer family will be there."

Should that happen, she feared reprisals from the unforgiving dark lord. She was rapidly learning that there were just as many disadvantages to being in the dark lord’s eye as there were advantages. Maybe more. After all, she’d witnessed him killing several of her siblings on various occasions for disappointing him and he’d allowed her to behead Sybil without a moment’s hesitation. She learned later that Sybil was one of his prize witches. Yet, he let her die. No, she had to find a way out of that cage and punish those who locked her into it before she, herself, was punished.