Bianca From Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Mordecai roared, rising, clapping and reaching for his gun. But Bianca was faster. Her pistol flashed into her hand, pointed straight at his chest. The hall froze. I stared at her. Saving me? Or killing me? She was fire wrapped in silk. Unpredictable. Deadly. Mordecai sneered. “If you want to live long enough to see grandchildren, girl, step aside.” Bianca’s smile turned wicked. “You forget. I am Mafia too. And not just any Mafia. I’m the descendant of the villain you all fear.”

he said to her. “Nice to meet you,” Bianca said, as she held out her hand to me with a smile on her face. I shook her hand. “Nice to meet you too,” I said as I kept staring into her face. My heart beats rapidly with fear and anxiety at seeing the way she looks at me. The sweet smile on her face was the same as Amanda's. I could feel the evil plans in her mind for me. What Carson told me was true. She is the evil behind her goddess face.

"Go. Put on the gown. Make sure the veil is thick enough that he doesn't see the hunge in your eyes." I scrambled back into the darkness of the hallway as the doors swung open. I watched from behind a suit of armor as Bianca swept toward her chamber, her head held high. She wasn't a sacrifice; she was a predator. I had to tell someone. I had to warn him. But who would believe the servant-healer over the Alpha’s daughter? If I spoke up, my uncle would have me silenced before I could even reach the border. I followed Bianca at a distance, my mind racing. I watched as she entered her room, where the ivory wedding gown hung like a ghost. But she didn't move toward it. Instead, she began stuffing

It felt like a thousand needles pricking every nerve ending at once. "I've been waiting for this moment since the day you were born," Elara’s voice boomed, overlapping with Bianca’s own thoughts. "The Second Ascension wasn't your power, Bianca. It was me, testing the compatibility. And you passed with flying colors." Outside, in the real world, Bianca’s eyes snapped open. They weren't amber anymore. They were a flat, glowing silver. She stood up. Her movements were jerky. Mechanical. She didn't look at the pain in her side or the blood on her hands. She looked at Dante.

She sat down in between Tessa and Vera. "Hope I'm not late..." She said. "Whoa. How did you- Tessa paused and belched. Bianca smiled heartfully. "I came to help you both" "Huh?" They all whispered, confused. "I mean Tessa and Vera..." "I want to send back just a person to you..." She added. "I don't understand what you are saying," Tessa said, shaking her head. "I'm Bianca, the goddess of life. I'm a supernatural just like you both" She said, and her face brightened like stars, alongside her hair and gown.

Her grey eyes narrowed as I approached. "Finally," she spat. "Come to apologise for this ridiculous misunderstanding?" I stopped a few feet from the bars, keeping my expression neutral. "There's no misunderstanding, Bianca." "Like hell there isn't!" She gripped the bars tighter, her knuckles turning white. "You can't seriously be choosing that... that human over me. I'm a pure-blooded werewolf from one of the oldest families in Sovereign Claw territory. I'm beautiful, powerful, everyone knows we're meant to be together."

I took my mum's hand, and we ran out of the room. “I would find you,” Alpha Landre yelled from behind. “And I would kill you.” That was the last conversation my parents had before my mother found her new mate. Now, here I was, standing before the principal of an Elite Werewolf school my mother's new mate had secured me a place in. “We were thrilled to have you join us, Bianca,” the principal said with a delightful expression. I smiled. “Thank you.” She handed me a piece of white paper with different colors of ink. It was my schedule for the semester. The first thing that caught my eye was the boldly written, ‘MOON LAKE ACADEMY’ at the top. My heart thumped loudly as I left the principal’s of

Bianca's POV For a moment, there was silence. And then, he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that filled my whole body with fear instantly. I had made a mistake. A huge mistake. My mind raced with only one thought: “Get out of here.” I glanced around the room; all eyes were on me, shock etched on every face. And why wouldn’t they be? I think I just slapped a Mafia boss. I didn’t wait for anyone to react. Before my brain could catch up with my legs, I bolted. On my way out, I crashed into a waiter, knocking a bottle of wine to the floor. The sound echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare stop.

He pulled her arm a little too forceful and led her to the center of the circle. And there at the center was a single-armed wooden sofa accentuated by the moonlight. A woman, probably their Queen, was lying on it. The moonlight shall be enough as your guide. Feucher’s words echoed inside her head. Yes, the moonlight really did become her guide. She stepped closer and did a curtsey, as she thought people of this world normally do. The pixie Queen looked silently beautiful even though she appeared pale and weak. Her hair, which was commonly gold with her constituents, was colored silver. Her glow was very faint and sporadically glinting unlike the stable radiance of the others.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.