Siblings Of Persephone Novels & Stories

"How do you know them, Pylaeius?" Pylaeius seemed to have not heard her, and Nimuel was about to ask him again, when he said, "These four are my friends. I met Seraphim when I was very young. Ignatia and Surya are his sisters, Aidan, his brother. We spent our youth together, and much of our grown years." "When Queen Elektra took over these mountains-" Ignatia called, "she cut off our heads. Pylaeius begged her not to, but she disregarded his pleas."

I looked at my sister, Freya Horn, as she feigned distress and made a show out of rubbing her belly while recounting the strange signs that had been happening since she became pregnant. It was then that I realized I had been reborn. A pheasant egg having to sleep next to a sycamore tree? Magpies circling a tree? What a joke. Regardless, I knew better than to call her out on the spot. Since she had been setting up her act since I was pregnant, it would take more than a brisk comment for me to expose her. I smiled and remarked, "Hey, Freya, with all these strange things happening around you, it looks like you’re going to give birth to a little phoenix, eh?"

” Phidel with the spirit of Phidelia groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Were you even listening to me at all?” He scoffed, slightly shaking his head as he settled back in his seat. At that instant, Phidelia’s spirit left her sister's body– making her conscious of herself once again. She noticed the party was over with Rowan questioning her as he returned to his seat. Phidel deftly glanced at her sister with a quizzical look and she in turn shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on her face. “I’m sorry..” Phidelia grumbled and Phidel spontaneously sighed– rolling her eyes in the process as she settled back in her seat; giving Rowan a sheepish smile as she glared at her sister.

I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer.

And then we have Persephone and Delilah living with us. Having her sisters living with us is a catch-22. Delilah is a joy to have in my home and is always eager to help us with the girls. I know she will make an excellent mother when she becomes one. Persephone… well, I don’t doubt she loves her nieces. She is, however, more likely to hand them over if they start to fuss and especially need a diaper change.

She told them, with a small smile. Once everyone was paired up, the doors opened and they began to walk in. Persephone and a god I didn't know stayed back. "They gave you the rings, right Hephaestus?" Hades asked the man. He just nodded in answer before he and Persephone walked in, then it was Channing, her brother and his mate, then me and Eugene, followed by Hades and Emiko, I mean Arachne. I looked at the beautiful flowers that Persephone must have grown as she was walking down the aisle. Oh gods I was nervous.

Grace’s POV Helena squeezed my hand through the whole procedure. It was the least she could do, considering they were planting her eggs, fertilized with her husband’s seed, inside me. I hated myself for not really wanting to be here. But I loved my sister, and this was what she needed. She’d never understand the weight of what I was sacrificing. Not in any real sense.

I had exchanged a few text messages and phone calls with the both of them but that count as nothing. Besides, I had a boyfriend. A soulmate who completely understood me, sometimes. Why am I thinking about twins who are clearly crushing on my sister? Though they were very subtle about it, I noticed the way they were staring at Lily. I was almost jealous. Precious arrived wearing a short dress with thin straps and a sun hat. She waved at the salesgirl who has nothing better to do than stand at the counter and watch us, then dropped on the seat beside me and grabbed the doughnut from the tray.

I had all the DVDs, and books and had even gotten some of the merchandise for my birthday. I decided to sit in the front row. When I got there, I realized that there was someone else in the movie theater. It was a kid who looked a little younger than us. I didn’t need Caleb to tell me that they were related. The resemblance was uncanny. “Tori, this is my little brother Eric. Eric, this is a new friend of mine. Her name is Victoria.” “Hi!” he said in a small voice. He was absolutely adorable. “Is this the Prisoner of Azkaban?”

People at the front pew are already forming a line at the middle to receive the wafer and wine, the supposed flesh and blood of Jesus Christ as the choristers sing several lullabies they claim as hymns. I and the Mckenzie siblings don't partake in the communion because we were Non- Catholics. Outside, people are inviting Nana Jones over for dinner, get together gatherings and the rest. So she takes that opportunity to introduce us to her friends and acquaintances. "These are my wonderful grandchildren." She informs who ever she shakes hands with. And when people mutter about how the rest of the Mckenzie Siblings are my Dad children, she points out that their mum got married to my Dad a week