Mortals Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

Another voice broke in, Marion’s, breathless and strained. “Rouges.......too many.........wraiths just appeared out of nowhere!....We’re holding the line but......dammit.......they’re multiplying—” The connection crackled violently, screams and the clash of metal echoing faintly through the link Lucifer’s expression darkened, every trace of humor vanishing. “They found Sloth…” Allistair’s aura flared, chaos and light intertwining. “And the wraiths are back. They’ve reached the mortal plane.”

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

"We're going to pop over to the pub. You almost done here?" Mory grinned and shook her head. "Nah, you boys go on ahead. I got to get this charting taken care of." Percy slapped his hand on the doorframe then twisted his lips to the side. "Can I ask you something?" Mory glanced up and nodded. "Of course. What's up?" Percy sat down in the club chair and leaned over with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped in between them. "When we were up at that mine, how did you know that man wasn't going to make it? I mean, did I miss something in my assessment?"

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

My eyes locked onto the scene in front of me—Mortis had effortlessly deflected Atlas’s punch and now held his head in a monstrous, clawed hand. “Shit!” I growled, fury and fear fueling my charge toward Mortis, claws extended and ready to strike. But then, in the blink of an eye, Mortis turned his head to meet my gaze. Oddly enough, there wasn’t a shred of concern in his eyes—just cold, calculating malice. In that millisecond, my heart plummeted as I realized my mistake. My eyes flicked to the side, catching sight of Hera’s shadowy form, her gun aimed directly at me.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

I cast another spell, this time summoning an army of fierce spirits to fight alongside me. The spirits materialize, their eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. With a wave of my hand, they charge towards the Silver Hunters, their ghostly claws tearing through the air. The Hunters are taken aback, but they're also prepared. They've been practicing their magic, and one of them casts a spell that sweeps through my spirits, decimating them. My heart sinks. This will be even harder than I thought. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Heather running away. She's made it to safety.

"Nothing will happen to me. I've got the power and the glory. Nothing's going to happen to me. I know that." "So that's what this world is like," Percival whispered and smiled. He wasn't afraid to die. He just looked at the window, behind which stood the maid who had told Jean that he had heard everything. He looked at her and smiled. After all, if it wasn't for her, his plan would have worked. But the truth was that people were caring only about the strong ones. He, on the other hand, was weak, and so was Adelard. Hearing the crunch of his fingers and then the crunch of death's hand, Percival closed his eyes and when he heard a shot, he fell violently to the ground. He felt no pain. He felt

"When I safely leave this place, I'll make sure to thank you properly." "Don't worry about leaving for now. If the time comes, I'll help you." "Okay." "But first, you need to tell me your name." Morpheus turned to look at her, smiling. "I'm Morpheus Orton." He then took out paper and pen from the drawer to write down his name. Persephone smiled sheepishly. "What's your name?" "I'm Persephone Hamerton." Morpheus stared. "Did your birth cause your parents a lot of trouble?"

I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.