Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

What he saw on the watch made him look up. The carpet on the stairs completely absorbed his footsteps. At first, he didn't walk slowly and carefully on purpose. But then, when he heard voices again, he slowed his step and began to listen. Now that he was closer to Jean's room, he could hear the woman's voice. And immediately he remembered Celeste. In all those three years, he hadn't seen her once. And all because, she had decided to see the world and with all the money that had been left to Adelard as an inheritance, she had lived in expensive hotels, bought expensive dresses and allowed herself all the things she had never had. But now, when he heard the woman's voice, he was sure it was he

It did not seem as though he cared in the slightest. "So," Lena almost flinched as her voice pierced the silence. "If you're going to be my shadow until the moment of my death, can you at least tell me your name?" He seemed to consider her for a moment before simply saying, "Percival." She shifted the ice pack and winced. "Well, Percival, I wish I could say I was pleased to meet you, but under the circumstances . . . " "I would not expect it." A hint of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. It suited him.

As soon as he entered, his eyes darted around, clearly searching for "Riley." Their presence was immediately noticeable, and they commanded the room’s attention like celebrities. They could easily rival Victor, each with distinct but equally striking looks. Percival hadn't changed much since their last encounter. His eyes were as sharp as ever, like a hawk’s, dark and intense. His high nose and pale lips, slightly pressed together, added to his unapproachable vibe. Despite trying to tone down his chilling aura, Percival still made people uneasy. The director and producer eagerly ushered them in, and even without the spotlight, they were the center of attention.

James spoke word by word. After hearing James’ words, Perthacus took a cold breath. This young man was formidable. Although his cultivation base was merely at the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank’s First Tribulation, his intelligence and strategy were enough to rival those powerhouses above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation. Especially his insight into the hearts of living beings and accuracy in assessing them were unparalleled. After a while, Perthacus turned around suddenly and sat down on the ruins. He picked up his gourd containing Zephyr Tear and poured a few sips into his mouth.

Peter put his hand into his suit pocket and came out with a colored image of Lucas Huan in one of his press conferences, which he handed to Percy. " We will get in touch with you when the deal is done, " Percy said as his party got to their feet and headed for the door. " Now what? "Peter asked Joe. " We wait for his call. " TARGET CREATED

Percy’s POV My Beta stood in front of my desk the next morning. I already knew he had something about Rue to report because he paused twice before speaking. “Say it,” I said without looking up from the travel file. He lowered his head. “Miss Rue called yesterday. She asked me to tell you she wants to talk. She said she wants to try again.” My hand stopped for a moment on the paper. Then I turned the page and asked, “Has the travel schedule been confirmed?”

As I continued to caress my pendant and gaze out into the darkness beyond the window, I began to notice a shape moving. Suddenly sitting upright on the couch as I realized it wasn't just my imagination and there really was someone outside, I braced myself to wake up my mates. But I hesitated to ask for their help. "Who's there?" I muttered under my breath, steadily approaching the window and pulling back the curtain, almost letting out a yelp at the sight of the Royal Beta outside. "Percy?" I frowned in confusion, wondering what made him come here at this hour and scare me half to death. He locked eyes with me and mouthed some words.

I met his gaze head-on, unblinking, until the last possible moment when I respectfully shifted my focus to his neck, avoiding direct eye contact as a sign of deference. Conor let out a low chuckle. "He has the makings of a leader, this one." His eyes moved to Percival, who stood perfectly still, mirroring my actions. "Ah, Future Alpha Percival," Conor remarked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "How have you been treating my daughter?" Don’t look, Percival... Percival’s gaze flickered momentarily to Conor's chest before he spoke. "She's been quite a handful, but she's doing well."

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.

His dark eyes seemed to heat up, and Zeda found herself looking at his lips, hoping he would… “We’re here,” Shane announced, cutting off her thoughts. She jerked away from Lucian and swore when her head bumped the window. Lucian smirked, and she blushed. He slid out and held the door for her as she did the same. “Did you finally find a taxi?” Mr. Percival asked when she entered the office. “Not really, I found… he… Luc…” “Mr. Percival,” Lucian greeted smoothly, saving her. Zeda watched the director’s face light up. “Prince Lucian, good to see you. What brings you here?” Mr. Percival asked kindly.