Romans & histoires Mortals Meet Percabeth

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.

I chose to remain silent, watching as Mirabelle’s gaze darted between her mother and Annabel, her presence dominating the room with undeniable force. Mirabelle spoke up, her voice cutting through the room with a chilling clarity. “Percival killed Darius, not out of anger, but out of fear for his mate’s life. He believed he was doing the right thing by following the moon’s wishes. Yet now, he is being punished for it.” As she spoke, her wolf made a brief, almost ethereal appearance. Its white irises locked onto each of us, sending a shiver through the room. Seeing an oracle’s eyes in such a state was always unsettling. “Dahlia, do not blame Jack. He could not inform you. He was ordered to rem

“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.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."

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.

My stomach rumbles, and I have to fight to not vomit into an expensive-looking urn. "Where is the headmaster's office?" I ask Percy as we descend the stairs onto the ground floor. "It's right this way." Obviously, he doesn't want to talk to me. Not that I can blame him. Who wants to be associated with the school weirdo? "Winter!" At the foot of the stairs, Alice comes running up to me, her dark red hair flying around her shoulders. "Are you okay? I heard about..." She drops her voice and eyes Percy. "I heard something weird happened last night."

Third Person's POV Mortimer didn't pull any moves. He just cracked his eyes open a sliver, his gaze locking onto Seraphina's profile as she hovered inches away. Even with his brain being slow-cooked by the fever, his body was redlining. The second she got close, his instincts went wild. The scent of her—cold, sweet medicinal herbs—was hitting his system harder than any sedative. Inside his head, Barton was pacing, letting out a low, rhythmic growl that vibrated in Mortimer's skull, "Oh... Mate..."