Song Of Persephone Novels & Stories

Persephone was Hades' wife in Greek Mythology, being told that Hades kidnapped her and brought her to be the queen of the underworld7. He smiled at Damien, “I’m afraid she is working back in the living realm right now in the Southern hemisphere,” he looked at me then, his smile still plastered on his face, “It’s Spring there right now.” His voice wasn’t condescending like he was saying I should have known such a thing, it was more like he was eager to teach me. Kora, or Persephone, must be the Goddess of vegetation8, who only visits Earth during the Spring seasons to help crops grow. It was October back on Earth when we left, which means that she should be back within the next month for me t

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

I memorized her features as she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before she began to hum quietly to herself. A simple four-note song caused the droplets of dew from the plants around us to raise from their stationary position. Slowly they filled the space around us as they danced along to the tune she sang. When she opened her eyes and took notice of what she was unintentionally doing, she pushed away from her initial shock before singing the song louder, bringing water from deeper into the woods to her to swirl around magically. She waved her hands around, the water following her movements as they gather into one big ball. She dropped her hand swiftly, the water doing the same, only

I had to try more subtle ways to get rid of him. I poured myself into work to find someone to get rid of the bastard. Persephone was slipping from my grasp and I knew now that it was not my imagination. She may wake up one day and decide she did not want to see me anymore. The quickest thing to do now was to mate with her and plant my seed in her as soon as possible. I could not tolerate any lapses. My awful day took a dive for worse when midnight came and Sylvia, with tears in her eyes, came to inform me Perse never made it back home. She had all but disappeared.

Persephone felt like she was in a dream. Morpheus led her out of the cave, her hand in his, and the post-rain air was exceptionally fresh. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a smile upon the earth. The fragrance of the soil was uplifted by the sunlight, permeating every corner of the mountain. She smiled foolishly, following him as the roadside flowers seemed to sway her way. - When Morpheus drove near the palace, the night had fallen. Persephone lingered in the car, reluctant to leave. Morpheus pinched her nose with a fond gaze, urging her to go home quickly.

Harry exclaimed with an exaggerated British accent as he pretended to take down notes in the air, “Do continue. We’d love to hear you simp!” “Fuck you,” Alastor snapped, feeling his cheeks growing warm. “Aw, love you too, man!” “But don't you see, Alpha?” Sean demanded, “The eyes, the shadows, hell that sword: she looked and acted like she might be... Proserpina.” "Wait… the underworld's queen?" Harry blurted out. “No moron, that's Queen Persephone,” Sean muttered, groaning tiredly under his breath, “...there's a difference. Proserpina is the daughter of Hades. She’s the goddess of shadows: keeper of death, princess and only heir of the underworld.”

Adrian roared, his voice getting dangerously low at the end glaring at Lily. He sat down to watch as their torment. Lily whimpered, tears freely flowing down her face, her big brown eyes pleading as other children completely froze, their face becoming pale with fear,huddled in the corner with their eyes blown wide. "PERSEPHONE!" A scream of pure agony tore through Lily's heart as the man came closer to her. 'My Queen... Luna....your people need you.... Persephone.' Persephone rose from her sleep drenched in sweat, her hair a tangled mess, a sheer silk cloth adoring her physique with her heart beating wild..who was that?

It never occurred to me to ask. In the middle of the early, dark hours of my tenth birthday, Persephone came to me. She had tears in her eyes and she kept apologizing to me. Her eyes were swollen and red. She had been crying. I looked at her as a child would their mother they adore. My hand, wiping the tears from her cheeks. I was terribly confused. She pushed a pearl into my hand, telling me that once she had left me, I needed to place it on the ground and step on it, smashing it. As I did so I needed to think of something that made me happy. If I did this, I had a chance to save my life. If I did this, I wouldn’t truly become a doulos. A slave. My heart broke when she admitted what doulos

In most cases, these heroes ended up owning their lives and eventual freedom to Persephone, who would intervene and rescue heroes from what would often be grisly fates. Persephone was born to the Greek gods Zeus and Demeter. Demeter was most commonly recognized as the Goddess of the Harvest, and in that role, she watched over all grains and fertility on Earth. She also served as the goddess of agriculture, fertility, the cycle of life, sacred law, and death. She gave birth to her daughter, Persephone, and it was her daughter’s story for which she was most well-known. Unlike many other Greek gods and goddesses, Demeter was not mentioned very often by Homer, but her legend in relation to Perse

“I’m really glad you picked me.” In the dream, the sun was always setting, bathing her in a warm, honey-like glow. She seemed delicate yet so strong in his embrace. “Zeke... I love the way your name sounds when I say it like this. I must be special since I’m the only one who calls you this way.” She had leaned closer, her hair carrying a scent of vanilla mixed with sweets. He felt like a protector, a hero, completely unaware that he was just an onlooker to her downfall.