Hermes X Percy Novels & Stories

He projected an air of generosity, as if he had done Renee a massive favor. Renee chuckled. "Herman, even if I don't mind, it doesn't mean I'll cooperate with you. I don't believe this was just a misunderstanding. And as for the Hermes bag? I'm not exactly in need of one." She was on the verge of expressing her indifference towards Herman's wealth. She wanted him to fuck off. “Don't act all high and mighty. You're telling me you don't appreciate a Hermes bag worth over a hundred thousand dollars?" Herman retorted, his face quickly reddening with frustration. "I'll even throw in a BMW X5. You should act smart.”

maybe. ​It wasn't Celeste. ​Every single word I had prepared died right in my throat. ​Hermes walked in. ​His tall, commanding figure loomed in the doorway,he was wearing tailored black trousers and polished black leather shoes, his shirt sleeves rolled carelessly up his forearms to reveal his veins and tense muscle. ​The first two buttons of his shirt were left open. ​His eyes locked onto mine. ​“Princess.”

I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned to find Percy running towards me. He had uncle Emerson’s dark hair with Aunt Tally’s round eyes. His nose was small and he held that same playful look his mom did. He waved at me as he ran towards me. He was like an excitable puppy. He was an interesting hybrid. His wolf and banshee actually merged, causing his wolf to howl like a banshee now. I think he was one of very few hybrids who had actually merged instead of having two separate beasts inside them. “Hey, Perry. What’s up?” We decided a while back that I wouldn’t call him Percy. It was just too weird for me. He came up with the name Perry and that’s what I have called him since.

*** The Harlow Group sent three people. Their lead representative was a woman named Patricia Hale, late fifties, grey-suited, with the particular economy of movement that came from decades of rooms exactly like this one. She shook hands without warmth or coldness, assessed the room in two seconds flat, sat down, and opened a folder. The two people flanking her said nothing and I did not expect them to. They were there to observe and confirm details, not to speak. Patricia Hale was the one who mattered.

Even though he quickly decided against it, Ezekiel had also worked with Philip long enough to read through him. "What?" Ezekiel called out. Philip looked over his shoulder and smiled, shaking his head as he did. "Nothing, sir. I hope the morning goes well." He left. Ezekiel sat alone in the large office, staring at the Hartwell contract on his screen but his mind was somewhere else. He picked up his phone, clicked on the notification coming from Jerry's channel that showed the behind the scene of his ongoing work. He was asking the actors and actresses funny questions to which they played along. When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "

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

“Rachel, this is my girlfriend, Xavia. I’ve brought her here to take a look today because I’d like to buy her a bag.” Xavia blushed at this time. Yuri was indeed a rich young man who was recognized wherever he went. At this time, Xavia pointed at one of the bags before she said, “Yuri, I want this bag!” The bag was placed inside a cabinet and it looked very luxurious and grand. Rachel smiled before she said, “This bag is a collector’s edition that was introduced during the Hermes’ 200th anniversary celebration. There are only two hundred units of this bag produced worldwide and it’s worth fifty-five thousand dollars!”

The pressure given off by the ancient god was too powerful even for them, who was the child of the gods. “How about I relive your victory trauma, my Perseus?” The eerie mocking voice caressed Perseus back. Perseus couldn’t understand his statement, it was a matter of obvious. Hades didn’t even give him any context. “What do you mean?” “Iya!” Hermes flew while thrusting his spear in desperation. The hell armies were working together in protecting their master and received the attack. “HERMES NO!” Perseus couldn’t move, stopped. “It’s okay, my armies will make him busy. Now, the spotlight is on you.” Hades’s heart was pumping blood, shot up to his head. All sorts of ideas were running inside h

Hermes wasted no time with formal introductions, zipping forward through the air with his wings beating gently until he landed lightly beside the coop fencepost, nearly making Petros jump back in surprise. "Alexious! Excellent name! I am Hermes – god of thieves and travelers alike!" He gave the boy a wide grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned against the wooden post. "What treasures do your chickens hide beneath their feathers? Gold eggs? Secret messages? I've been told mortal chickens are full of surprises!" Alexious stared at him for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he took in Hermes's wings and bright eyes – then he broke into a broad smile, not at all frightened but cle

A strong she-wolf, there’s a rumor about her, but that’s a story for another time. Next is… Mercimer Marx (25) Alpha of Eternal Blaze Pack. The youngest Alpha here. Always calm and collected, he is also the nicest. He has reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face. A look that could melt anyone's heart. Then, Hercule Perrimont (34), Alpha of the Penumbral Sturgeon Pack. He doesn't speak much and doesn't entertain anyone: a silent type as the term says. He handles the pharmaceutical side of the Manor. He has shoulder-length wavy black hair.