Dark Percy After Tartarus Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Why would you help us? Last week, you were ready to bury us.” Lena’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, I saw uncertainty flash across her face. “Because I sat in a secret Council meeting, Jace. I heard what they’re planning for you, for all three of you.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “If you think forbidden bonds just get dissolved, you’re wrong. They’re talking about permanent removal.” Her words landed like a blow, but I didn’t let it show. “Names, Lena,” I demanded, voice flat. She hesitated, then whispered, “Start with Malor’s shadow, Taris Veyne. He’s inside your walls.”

“Stop before you expose yourself. He’s enjoying this too much. He knows, Octavia. He knows you’re not ordinary.” But I couldn’t stop. Not with his eyes on me, not with the stubborn fire in my veins. Dorian came at me one last time, his hand striking toward my shoulder. I blocked, but his strength forced me back several steps until my boots scraped against the dirt. His arm pressed against mine, locking me in place. Our faces were close, breath mingling in the heavy silence that fell once more over the arena. For a long moment, neither of us moved. His eyes searched mine, something unreadable swirling in their depths. Not just curiosity, not just dominance. Something darker.

Ahh… sonya. She’s so pretty it almost hurts to look at her. Sometimes I imagine she’ll suddenly sprout wings and ascend to heaven, the angel she truly is. “Hey Percy” I can already see them wings twinkling like Tinkerbell’s, flapping gracefully as her smile outshines the sun… “Percy?!” ‎Holy Mary. Even her voice is angelic. She’s calling me to ascend with her… I will just… ‎”PERCY!!!”

Or what was left of him. The storm had taken him—the gods’ whispers now thundered in his skull like war drums. His armor, once silver and proud, had turned a dull obsidian sheen that reflected the flames dancing around him. His sword, forged in light, now pulsed with veins of red, humming like it had a heartbeat of its own. Every step he took cracked the earth. Every breath made the shadows ripple. The darkness wasn’t just in him anymore—it was him. He had tried to fight it. Gods, he had. But every time Elara’s face flashed through his mind, it twisted into something cruel, something the dark gods used to torment him. Her voice became a siren call that pulled him deeper into madness.

Percy Night comes heavy and slow. The small lights above the room glow dimly, shadows crawling along the walls, and I lie on the bed, eyes wide, unable to force myself to sleep. My sister’s face is there before me, even in the dark, soft, pale, hair falling loose over her shoulders. Lila. I see the way her small frame turns into corners, trying to make herself invisible.

Luciano said slightly angry. “Sorry.” He is right I should not exhaust me. From past two to three I have been buying a lot of things for our child. I even ruined his celebration. “Let’s go home. I was waiting for you to wake up. An IV was attached to you, it ended almost one hour ago.” He said picking me up bridal style. ……………………………………………….. The Past (Fourteen Years Back) Third Person POV There was complete darkness everywhere. The two little terrified girls were hugging each other tightly. Their soft cries can be heard in dark silent environment.

Chris tried to talk to the girl again. “R-really?” The girl responded after a sob. Chris still couldn’t see the girl’s face because of her long hair. “Of course, so stop crying.” He cooed. “You will help me?” The girl lifted her head. Chris’ eyes widened and he automatically jolted away from the child. The girl’s eyes are as if a void and blood kept flowing from her eyes. The blood flowed in the girl’s dress. The child started laughing as the place suddenly shook. The sky is covered in crimson clouds making the whole place dark. Chris held in the tree beside him for support but snakes suddenly appeared in its branches.

My half smile went around the room, my tattered robes willed into that of my battle attire. Lightening held in my fist, I nodded to the rest. It was time to end this once and for all. …. The twelve were the only ones allowed to descend into Tartarus, Persephone taking Demeter’s place. Michael and Gabriel were reluctant but could stand outside of the pit. Parisa stayed in the confines of the palace, with Blaze and Cerberus by her side. Hades had willed his tortured demons away, knowing many could not stomach their horrible appearance. The stink alone was making me choke on my spit.

But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance. I watched him starve and get cold, I watched him cry and grow. A day in heaven is far more different than a day on earth. My armor was gone and same with my other powers, I will be like this for one month. A month equivalent to decade on earth. Day by day I started to understand why they want him dead. Sometimes I wish he will not wake up from his sleep and will be gone so that his sufferings will end. I saw him grow strong, there are days that I try to manifest as an old man giving him food or penny. There are days I pretend to be one of his classmate and hand him help. As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them,

Persophone was glad as she watched him agonizing in pain, turning into the sin-eater she wanted. “Arghhhh, I am in pain! Wha-aaa-at have you done to me?” Hector was in the ground, filled with dirt and still writhing. His veins were pulsing and then it stopped. When he stood up again, he was calm and pale and now a sin-eater. “What do you feel,now?” Persephone asked. “I feel strong, invigorated and ten folds better. What did you do? What of my family?”