Author: Scarlett St. Clair
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Year: 2024
Series: Hades X Persephone Saga
SUMMARY
The gods are at war, the Titans have been released, and Hades and Persephone must fight tooth and nail for their happy ending.
Persephone, Goddess of Spring, never guessed that a chance encounter with Hades, God of the Underworld, would change her life forever―but he did. Now embroiled in a fight for humanity and battles between the gods, Persephone and Hades have entered a world they never thought they would see. To end the chaos, Persephone must draw upon her darkness and embrace who she’s become―goddess, wife, queen of the Underworld.
Once, Persephone made bargains to save those she loves. Now, she will go to war for them.
CHAPTER I
PERSEPHONE
Persephone’s ears rang, and the Underworld trembled violently beneath her feet.
She was reeling from Hecate’s words.
That is the sound of Theseus releasing the Titans.
Theseus, a son of Poseidon, a man she had met in passing only once, had managed to tear her life apart in a matter of hours. It had begun with the abduction of Sybil and Harmonia and spiraled from there. Now Zofie and Demeter were dead, the Helm of Darkness was gone, and Hades was missing.
She wasn’t even sure that was the right word, but the fact was that she had not seen him since she’d left him in her office at Alexandria Tower, bridled by her magic. The look on his face as he’d watched her leave still haunted her, but there had been no other option. He wouldn’t have let her go, and she wasn’t going to let Hades face an eternity of punishment for not granting a favor.
But something was wrong, because Hades had not come for her, and he was not here now as their realm was being torn apart.
Another tremor rocked the Underworld, and Persephone looked at Hecate, who stood opposite her, eyes dark and face drawn.
“We have to go,” Hecate said.
“Go?” Persephone echoed.
“We have to stop the Titans,” Hecate said. “As much as we are able.”
Persephone just stared. The Goddess of Witchcraft was a Titan herself. She might be able to fight the elder gods, but Persephone had only just managed to go up against her Olympian mother.
“Hecate, I can’t—” she began, shaking her head, but Hecate took her face between her hands.
“You can,” she said, her eyes peering straight to her soul. “You must.”
You have no choice.
Persephone heard what Hecate did not say, though she knew the goddess was right. This went beyond protecting her realm.
It was about protecting the world.
She pushed aside her doubt, growing fierce in her determination to prove she was worthy of the crown and title she had been given.
“Oh, my dear,” Hecate said, dropping her hands from her face and twining her fingers with Persephone’s. “It isn’t a question of worth.”