Mortals Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

A few hours had passed; hopefully, Benedict and the others had already taken care of Eulalia's body by now. Percival got out of the car, refusing the driver's help, and stumbled toward the house. "Boss..." Oliver called out, but Percival, without even glancing at him, ran straight toward the morgue, bringing a biting cold wind with him. "Eulalia, I’m back—" Percival abruptly stopped. He had expected to see Eulalia lying in the crystal coffin as usual, but the vast morgue was empty, no coffin and no Eulalia, fear penetrating his body, he leaned against the cold wall.

His once-fragile features grew sharp and defined. Melvin's fingers twitched reflexively as the potion wove its way within him. When he opened his eyes, the shimmering layer encasing him dissolved into nothingness. He blinked and glanced left, then right, and back to the left again when he saw Qilong at the side. Almost immediately, he dropped to his knees in reverence, bowing his head as a sign of respect. But the master went away before he could say a thing or grasp the situation. Miracle frowned when she saw the mark on Melvin's waist was gone, too. Nothing was there but a patch of red. Right then, something clicked in her mind. She drew in a sharp breath, finally realizing the magic at pl

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but let me tell you one thing. Why would you watch someone disappear when you can do something about it? We have supernatural abilities that mortals don’t have. Why don’t you use it? Why would you choose to watch and lose someone? Mortals might not have their fate in their hands, but we do. We can change their fate, just like we can change ours. If you are afraid to lose anyone, then go out and save them! Don’t just sit here and drink beer trying hard to be drunk! You won’t be able to change anything if you choose to sit here.” Aleister looked at his mother before speaking. “We can change their and our fate?” “Maybe not entirely, but what can we lose if we

’’ Before I could reply, he said ‘’ I see you’ve met THEM,’’ he stated, his voice turning into a whisper ‘’What?’’ ‘’You know, the immortals’’ he tilited, confused ‘’ The immortals?’’ ‘’ I’m guessing that you haven’t heard about them?’’ ‘’No’’ ‘’Well, you should stay away from them, unless you are one of those crazy about them’’ He said, rolling his eyes ''They might be rulers of their kingdoms, but I wouldn’t get involved with them; they are cursed,‘’ he whisphered

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.

"I am nobody figures. I'm just a mere mortal in love." "A mere mortal?" A female voice asks and appears. "Greetings oh great King" she acknowledges the King and bows. "Greetings Priestess. You came at the right time. The mortal who stands before us, who is he?" "He is the one the prophecy speaks about that will help us defeat the 'Cursed' in exchange for his pregnant wife great King." "A mere mortal?" The king laughs.

"An amortal being is a specie or a series of species that has a long lifespan, they do not age or rather the effect is slower compared to humans. Unlike immortals, they can be harmed or killed through a blade to the neck, a complete and absolute beheading, or exposure to extreme conditions like molten lava and elongated starvation. Otherwise, body parts cut off can grow back in a few days. They also have some unique abilities peculiar to each species." Candice digested this information; it was an eye-opening revelation. In all her life she had never known there was some sort of supernatural ranking system operating in the universe. From what she now understood, they were humans (mortals), am

“The festival is being prepared as expected. Flyers printed, galleries arranged. They will gather like moths, blind to the fire that awaits them.” “Mortals are predictable. But this year…” Her gaze slid to Marcellus, “…we have cause to watch more closely right Marcellus?.” “We hunt a mortal. But there is another matter… “Ysolde Vareyth.” The name was a wound in the air. The candlelight seemed to bend away from it. ["Kra’vel dos mor’seth…" ] [— Do not speak that name here.] “What if she is reborn? What if the mortal girl we seek is only the shell… And beneath it, the blood we spilled has risen again?”

Percival stood at the foot of the bed checking charts, and he looked up immediately when I stepped inside. Kade stirred at the sound of my voice, eyes opening slow and hazy before focusing on me. “Dante,” he rasped, voice rough from the tube that had been in his throat during surgery. “Report.” I moved closer to the bed, standing at his side while Percival stepped back discreetly. “Eastern outpost completely destroyed. Massacre. Ritualistic killings. Seraphine was there—leader of the Hollow. She dosed herself with something from a cauldron and turned into a beast. I took her head in one stroke. The mark of the Covenant was on her face even in death. There is a greater threat still ahead. The

I inhaled deeply to calm myself as I unbuckled and grabbed my bag. "I called your parents and they wanted to tell me they were deeply sorry about what happened to Dagon," Abby said to me. My heart hurt again. I missed Dagon's sunshine. He was always so bright, I told Adria in my mind. I was frowning as I followed Abby down to the car waiting for us. Once inside my mind registered the two other individuals in the car. Mortas and another blonde-haired man that was oozing sexual energy. "Hey Mortas, who's your buddy?" I questioned boldly. Mortas grinned slightly and introduced the man as the deadly sin lust and his father Asmodeus. I rolled my eyes and gave him a small wave.