Hermes Percy Jackson Show Novels & Stories

Mother says in a damning tone. “Iokaste,” a man’s voice says from behind me, “word has traveled that you have devised a plan to bring balance to the Manae.” A man sitting behind me says. I turn to face a muscular blonde man with curly hair. He’s wearing a short toga, with a metal hat, and winged sandals. Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, is addressing me as if I didn’t just suck almost all the life force out of Zeus. Zeus’s energy is still coursing wildly through me. I swallow hard as I find room for it to be contained in my soul so it doesn’t affect my decisions. Even contained in its spot, I feel the power of the staticky force crackling inside me, begging to be released.

I whisper, noticing Hermes approaching our table. Hermes has always disgusted me. He has greasy salt and pepper hair balding at the top, a rounded belly that sticks out of his shirts that are at least two sizes too small, and long pointed fingers nails that look as if they've never been touched, but his smell, alone is enough to make anyone keep their distance. He smells like death, what I'd imagine a zombie smelled like. A scent that's pungent yet sickly sweet; imagine a rotting piece of meat mixed with a candy-scented woman's perfume. Whenever he's near, it makes me want to vomit. I have to recall my years of stringent training under my father's wrathful gaze to keep a straight face when h

Grey brought a hand out of his pocket. "Wait... I can help you! I can tell you how to find it!" Hermes said his whole cold expression changing to one of dismay. "Speak!" Grey woke fire in the pit of his palm. "First you must give me your word to let me live!" Hermes said his worry visibly turning to total fear. "I will kill you! All I can promise is to make it quick!" He kindled the flames brighter with the movement of his fingers. "Then you die!" In a swift motion he threw the dagger getting Grey's left shoulder and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Amazing, right? Ann: Ask Nicole to teach you how to seduce a rich guy. Dana: Yes, that's great! haha Erica: Excuse me, I don't want to be flirty like her eww! Jak: Hey, you crazy people, Nicole is reading our convo, maybe you forgot Dana: So what? Do we have to care? Jaika: You don't change gosh, we have husbands already, and yet you still gossips Ann: Oh, there she is. You see, you just saw it. Nicole, tell us how your handsome husband is doing

he replied while taking a deep breath"i saw my father,or so i guess" "what! your father? how? thought your mom said he died or did you find his corpse there?" i was really confused. "There's more to that bro"shield replied"he is alive,i think.more to that he said he's some kind of greek god or something called Hermes" "woah! you mean Hermes the god of speed .mmm that'll explain a lot. But thought the gods were myths,and how did he get to meet your mom? How come he is in that tomb and can't come out?" I bombarded shield with questions

Then a voice behind us goes: “Damn! If I wasn’t in such a hurry, I’d have to join the two of you. Unfortunately, time is of the essence.” Arya and I launch apart, both of us half-shifting in a heartbeat. Standing in our kitchen, looking about as smug as a cat in a henhouse, is a teenage-looking boy with curly blonde hair, a toga, a winged helmet, and winged shoes. Arya snarls. “Who the fuck are you?!” “Hermes. Messenger of the gods. God of crossroads and travelers,” he says, casual as hell. I snarl, ready to rip the damn wings off his sandals. “What the fuck is a Greek god doing in our house—watching us fuck?!”

“Huh? Oh…but we didn’t finish our conversation…Hey, Hermes? At least show some courtesy to your seniors, you little punks!” While Chris was grumbling his vent on his own, Hermes almost dragged me to the opposite side of the hallway, without bothering to listen to me first. I could get a hunch that he must’ve snapped to see I didn’t reply to his texts or bothered to let him know once after disappearing from the party all of a sudden last night, but how was I supposed to tell him that it startled me very much when he suddenly asked me if I was with Zeus? I mean…why was he curious of that?

“It’s okay. We know. Where are Morgan and Jeremy?” “In the waiting room watching a movie.” “What movie?,” I asked curiously as I tried to relax. “James and the Giant Peach.” Osprey and Falcon came back to us. I eyed a newly dressed Osprey who kept throwing looks at the door that Valerie’s screams were coming from. He looked up at his father before taking a step toward the door when he saw that Falcon was talking to Raul. Falcon growled and Osprey jumped, looking around guiltily. He pointed to the waiting room where the other kids could be seen pressed against the windows watching us.

× Trix × Hermes is completely distracted by his women. Scratch that, he is distracted by the flock of giggling, preening admirers that cling to his every word. It’s borderline pathetic, but he’s basking in the attention like a king on his throne. His weaknesses are so blatantly obvious, and it’s almost laughable. If this is what keeps him complacent and entertained, I’m tempted to encourage it. Still, watching their conversation feels like some kind of medieval torture. Each giggle, each flirtatious touch to his arm, drags this interaction out longer than it has any right to be.

moment. No one said anything at first, but Ryker nodded at me. "She might be. She was my last real sub before I met you. When she disappeared, I looked for her for months. When I left the city, I still had people looking. When I saw you, I stopped. I knew I wanted to make something happen with you and I decided to completely let go. No one knew I was even looking anymore really. Maybe she did, and she realized I stopped." He said which made sense to me, only, why would she even care if he was looking if she hadn't reached out. Why was she hiding from him? Why did she disappear in the first place? I started to feel myself getting angry. I was furious at this shadow that haunted Ryker. "I am n