Mortals Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

"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.

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

“We have to move. The Ferals are in the vents.” We scrambled into the mezzanine. The air was already thick with the copper tang of blood. A Feral, its ribcage visible through stretched skin, hauled itself over the railing. Its jaws snapped, black saliva splattering across the marble. My knees buckled. Grey spots swam in my vision, my heart stuttering in a rhythm that felt wrong. The bond tugged. I turned, and froze. Percy was surrounded. “PERCY!” My scream tore out, but he was buried under three Ferals near the grand piano.

The floor beneath the platform was covered with infinite amounts of lava. The executioner danced around the stage with his sword. She could remember the exact movements from her past life. The only disadvantage about having picture perfect memory was being able to recall every detail. The memories of her execution kept replaying in her mind. It was torment to recall all the traumatic bits. Once the dancing stopped, the sword rapidly flew through the air towards her. **************************************

He immediately fell silent. “James’ tomb plate, Xzavion’s tomb plate, Stephen’s tomb plate, Truett…” Looking at the tomb plates, James frowned. “Is Truett dead too?” Upon hearing that, Perthacus clenched his fists. “Put down my things. Although you’re powerful, I’m willing to fight you even if my entire sect will be implicated.” James turned around and stared at him. He activated the Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes. At once, he could see Perthacus’ soul.

Their laughter was twisted, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. But Percival stood unmoving, his gaze icy and devoid of warmth. He had transformed into a monster—not through malice, but through fear. Fear had gripped the pack so tightly that no one dared to challenge him anymore. Maxim strode forward, his eyes sparkling with delight. He looked down at the lifeless bodies of the three fallen wolves and spoke, his voice dripping with mock admiration. "Percival, I see my general has trained you well." His words hung in the air, a cruel taunt. The mothers of the fallen cried out in despair, while their fathers shot Percival venomous glares that quickly faded under the weight of the situati

“Ethereal, I tell you, not beautiful or lovely or whatever it is you call those who simply fall short. She was at that moment a glimpse, an apparition of the exquisite creature she was to become. Death had this effect on a mortal, you see. Take away everything from her. Eat her down to the bone, so to speak. Until there was nothing left except sheer will and the most primal instinct to survive. Until she shone like a diamond shaped by great forces under the earth. “I was standing to her left and she was looking in the opposite direction, but for some reason she had her head cocked slightly like a deer on the scent of a predator. All this from a nine-year-old was enough to make me wonder if m

"I don't know. I've seen it, but I don't control it. If it's to be done, then it's all on you, and you'll have to do it before being invited to Epic Cu to become an Elder. Once there you will share your abilities with the Collective, and they won't let you come back. Mortality will be lost to you forever." I exhaled a long breath. "What happens to me if I chose to be mortal?" "You'll die within a slightly extended human life span. You will retain some abilities, heightened strength and hearing among them. But you will have no true defenses against the Neratomay. And you know what they do to those they find interesting." They hurt them.

strangely-shaped sea creatures charged in menacingly. I was puzzled. The leading doctor was the clownfish merman who gave me prenatal checkups, and he was waving his scalpel. "Catch these two humans and drag them to the bottom of the sea!" I rubbed my eyes, suspecting that I was hallucinating. I turned my head stiffly. "Theo... Are cross-species mercenaries popular... in the sea?" Theo's lips twitched. Before he could speak, the doctor walked over angrily. "Mrs. Atwater! These are all the guards Mr. Atwater's parents left for him!"

The ritual started with a naked woman dancing at the circle, appeasing the spirit. Voices echoed as they chanted in old Za'arish—a language that was long dead— inviting an entity to appear before them. Sacred relics eerily fell from the pedestal as the ground vibrated along with a thunderclap. And the men saw the spirit materialized from the smoke that sent chill to their spine. But they didn't flinch— the ritual must go on. The chanting went louder as the heavy rain fell in the sky. They worshipped God's glory until dawn, and from the circle where the painted pentagram was, the floor begins to crumble, revealing a pool of lava underneath them.