Disney Percy Novels & Stories

Percy then massaged the black crystal ball he was holding, it produced smoke but thank goodness, the smoke didn't seem harmful. "What do you want?!" One Alpha asked. The side of Percy's lips rose before he glanced at me. "I didn't mean to cause a war. Just grant my request and we will leave you, peacefully." "What exactly do you want, Percy?!" Fenris groaned. "Fuck this! Since when did you become Darkesta's dog?" Percy laughed so hard, that it echoed on the whole ground. "Oh mind you," he shrugged, still chuckling. "I am not anyone's dog, Fenris. I am my own master."

And fortunately for me I didn’t get my fathers 6’7 height. “Fine, can I at least go out?” I asked them to follow them out to the car where Percy was standing by the car, waiting for them. Percy was about 6’7 and had grass green eyes with dirty blonde hair. But Percy isn’t one of the… funniest guys to be around.

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

Half-convinced of his response, Percy let the matter slide for now, at least. "Aiya, the sun's flaring, im'ma get down to business now." Percy said while having a nice arm stretch. "Where to?" "The ladies asked me to bring some stuff to the Church, donations for the kiddos I heard." To be specific, Percy's real job is being the Queen Regent's personal carriage driver. But as she does not usually go out, she have permitted him to take on extra works that involve transportation. "Church? Can I go with you? You know, thanksgiving," Tristan genuinely asked, somewhat excited of having the chance to visit his usual place to hang loose back to his hometown.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

“Like what? I was there. Did you miss his bum and try to stick it in his ear after I left?” Percy starts laughing like a hyena at my question, but Meldec looks less than amused. “No,” he winces, “It may have been worse than that.” “What’s worse than sticking your nub in his ear?” Percy cackled out. “No, prick. I'll turn yours into a nub if you refer to mine in such an insulting way again.” He focused a little too hard on strapping on his horse’s saddle. “I, uh, may have made a fuss about not trusting sirens. I told him he couldn't mark me back because of it.”

Hilda Scarlett is halfway through her second helping of blueberry pancakes and telling me a story about how Percy is definitely scared of bumblebees. “He screamed, Mama!” she says, eyes wide, hands flailing dramatically. “And he’s this big”—she stretches her arms as far as they’ll go—“and a little tiny bee made him run away! Like this!” She zooms her hand through the air, knocking over her cup of milk in the process. I catch it before it falls, mopping the few drops that splashed over the side. “Maybe Percy just didn’t want to get stung,” I say, trying to hide my smile.

I feel so excited meeting a new friend. My father came and introduced two boys to us. "Alora, Sophie. This is Luke and Percy. From now on you will be friends." Father said. The one named Percy is quiet and shy. He's good looking, has black hair and a deep set of gray eyes.The other boy named Luke smiled at me. His eyes are blue like crystals sparkling when he smiles. His lips are red like a girl's but it didn't lessen his aura as a boy. He has brown curly hair and his brows were thick and angled.

Arthur promised that as long as he lived, he would support Aron and never abandon him. After dessert, Beryl and Peri excitedly ran into a toy shop. “What’s wrong, Peri?” Hilda asked. The boy clung to her hand and didn’t follow his sister inside to pick new toys. He was still holding his favorite rattle. “I don’t need new toys,” Peri murmured. Hilda smiled when she spotted a large toy car on display. She lifted Peri into her arms and headed to the back of the store where the toy car was.