Dark Fates Series by T.C. Kraven

In the shadowed realms far from Olympus, Hades, the brooding God of the Dead, finds unexpected love in the vibrant Goddess of Spring. Their secret rendezvous in the untamed woods reveal a side of Hades that transcends his dark reputation, while Persephone discovers a depth of kindness in the realm of the underworld.As Demeter, Persephone's mother and goddess of harvest, pushes for an arranged marriage, Persephone is driven to a final act of defiance... moreIn the shadowed realms far from Olympus, Hades, the brooding God of the Dead, finds unexpected love in the vibrant Goddess of Spring. Their secret rendezvous in the untamed woods reveal a side of Hades that transcends his dark reputation, while Persephone discovers a depth of kindness in the realm of the underworld.As Demeter, Persephone's mother and goddess of harvest, pushes for an arranged marriage, Persephone is driven to a final act of defiance. Little do they know that their forbidden love sets in motion a chain of events, triggering famine and war, challenging the very fabric of Olympus.Amidst the turmoil, Olympus becomes a stage for a scandal woven into the tapestry of Greek mythology, as Hades and Persephone navigate love's labyrinth, defying the gods and risking the fate of their world in this fresh retelling of unbridled passion that breathes new life into ancient tales. less

She's been gone for ages.Persephone.My flower.Someone stole her, locked her away long ago and then took themselves out of my reach. The time of the Gods has come and gone, and many walk the Earth hardly more powerful than the mortals they once ruled. All except those of us who broker in death. You see, that's the thing about death; even if you don't believe in it, it believes in you and in the end, you'll pray to it. I watched as Olympus fell, reveled in the cracked marble and rotting pillars... moreShe's been gone for ages.Persephone.My flower.Someone stole her, locked her away long ago and then took themselves out of my reach. The time of the Gods has come and gone, and many walk the Earth hardly more powerful than the mortals they once ruled. All except those of us who broker in death. You see, that's the thing about death; even if you don't believe in it, it believes in you and in the end, you'll pray to it. I watched as Olympus fell, reveled in the cracked marble and rotting pillars. When the others turned to me for sanctuary in the Underworld, I shut the gates.It has been two thousand years, and still her taste lingers on my lips. Her face is all I see. I often wonder what she would think of this new world we have fashioned. And now, after years of not daring my heart to hope, I just may get the chance to find out. There was a spark, a rumble in the Cosmos. Something has shifted and suddenly I can feel her presence again.I will find her. I will avenge her. Or I'll burn this world to ash trying. less