Harry Potter And Percy Jackson Slash Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At that moment, Percy started to laugh maniacally, "You beast! This is as far as you go! Just die now! It's time for you to die!" After he shouted that, he turned to look at the other participants, "Listen to my order right now! Use your strongest technique! Attack along with me!" The moment he said that, the slashes that he had sent out and stayed in the air suddenly started to buzz. Percy had slashed a total of fifty-five times. Each slash was full of murderous intent. Those fifty-five slashes suddenly started to move towards the center when Percy started to form seals again. In a flash, all fifty-five of those slashes merged into one. Percy clenched his teeth and sent out another slash, a

Mindy grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the bedroom, ignoring her screams. "Percy!" she barked. "Come deal with her!" Percy froze, his face twisting. His arm was injured but not badly. Cyrus had aimed to cripple, not kill. He wanted them to rot, not die quickly. Percy could still move, though clumsily. He hesitated. "Mindy, that's not right. I really like her. How can I hurt her?" Diana trembled on the bed, her voice breaking as she pleaded, "Please don't. Percy, you said you loved me, didn't you?"

But this time, Percy didn’t play along. His voice turned cold. “Then this is where our partnership ends.” “What did you say?” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Percy didn’t respond. He simply ended the call. He never imagined his boss would go this far. All because of something he said over drinks the other night—how Stellar was his first love, how he’d let her down, and how she’d never forgiven him. That alone had pushed Jason to devise a kidnapping plan, forcing her to be with Percy.

Axel blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Oh, yeah,” John continues, voice dripping with irony. “Harry’s wife, Lucy — ambitious as hell — crawled right into Alexander’s bed. Told him her husband was spying.” I snort. “Stupid fucking bitch.” Jackson grins like it’s a comedy routine. “Always some dumb female with soulful eyes that screws with a guy’s head,” he says, throwing a glance at Damion. “Or makes him break the rules.” For a beat, those two boys stare each other down again like rivals in some weird mental chess match. Then Jackson chuckles and turns back to Uncle John.

Alexander grabbed his collar angrily. “Keep your tone down” Harry removed his hand from him and said splitting fire. “This cheap characterless daughter of yours deserves not one but many slaps. In fact I wanted to kill this slut.” He moved forward and clutched her wrist hard. Her bangles broke due to his harsh treatment causing her to wince in pain. “Harry, you are hurting me”

I shout, my pulse quickening, my body heating up with feelings I can’t even name—feelings that have nothing to do with desire. Reina hasn’t spoken to me since the wolfsbane incident, but I can feel her stirring beneath the pain. She’s melting at this contact, even though it hurts. We’re halfway up the staircase when the pain becomes unbearable, like a thousand needles stabbing into my arm. Blood is now trailing behind us on the steps. “Let go!” I scream, planting my feet and trying to stop him, but Perseus refuses. In a fit of rage, my claws extend from my right hand. I swing—and slash his face. Deep.

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.

Helena climbed to a boulder to get a better look at the ground to see Hades. “Zac, he is over there!” Pointing to where the containment box is. Persephone was about to slice his hands with the blade when Hades wrestled the blade from her. They struggled for a moment and then Hades went still and fell on the ground. Golden blood oozing from his mouth and from his side. “No! Hades!” Zac screamed and dived into the waiting creatures of darkness, brandishing hos sword in quick movements to clear a path to his dying uncle.Persephone stood there , the blade still in her hand and she was laughing uncotrollably.

A part of me felt vindicated, as if finally, my father understood, even if just a little, what Harry had put me through. I glanced at him, seeing the toll this conversation had taken on him. But before I could process my own tangled emotions, the door opened again, and Lucas and Caspian entered, both of them looking wary and confused. Lucas’s eyes flicked between me and my father. “What’s going on? Harry looked like he got smacked in the face. He almost punched me when Caspian asked if he was doing well.” I bit back a smile, feeling the remnants of adrenaline coursing through me. “I slapped him.”

It echoed off the walls, bouncing from one shadowy corner to another, infusing the very air with their maleficent glee. In that moment, as their laughter intertwined and melded, the boundary between Jackson and Helen blurred. They became a unified force, an embodiment of the wickedness that dwelled within their hearts. Their desires intertwined, fueling one another's malevolence, like tendrils of darkness entwined in a sinister embrace.