Mortals Meet Percabeth Novels & Stories

Beauxdera looked side to side, and whispered: “Truthfully, I shouldn’t be confiding this. But as we’re allies, I don’t think there’s any harm in telling you, as long as you don’t tell anyone else.” “I won’t,” I said. “I promise.” Mr. Beauxdera nodded. “Some associates of mine are working on . . . a process. It’s still being perfected, but there have been a few successful trials. If you truly want to be mortal again, I might be able to arrange for you to meet them someday.” I was astonished—but strangely, I found myself hesitant. For some time now, I’d wanted to regain my mortality. So why did I feel so uncertain, now that I knew I might someday have the option?

She whispered at me when they could easily hear us. We saw a man walking to the gate in a gray shirt and black pants that came with a warm smile. He was white as paper with bloody red lips, I saw him simply lick it and went glisten. Peter Eir Once, the leader of the clan. He looked in his thirties but his hundreds of years old. The woods around here was making the atmosphere more dangerous, everywhere was dark and closed with huge trees. “Hi, Mr. Eir Once. I am Hella Winx and this is my friend Zilla Wicca.” Her signature flirty voice seemed out of place.

Andreus said the footprints in the dust belonged to a female, but when Alexavian intended to investigate, he quickly said he swept the floor out of nostalgia. ​Nostalgia. Of course I was the only one stupid enough to believe such an obvious lie. ​He had been so easygoing over the past few days that I had completely forgotten how utterly dangerous and perceptive he could be. ​“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I forced my lips into a smile, widening it to match his. “I’ve never heard anything about immortals.” ​“Then do you happen to know—” ​“That is enough.”

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."

He suddenly scoffs, “You say such words yet look how happy you are to see me. Never have I met an inept liar as yourself in the many centuries I’ve lived. You stay so strong to your flimsy denials yet you shudder with desire at the slightest sigh of me. Perverted noble Lady.” At this point, I become meek after he exposes me. My fingers fumble over my thighs and my eyes quaver as they hide from his stripping gaze. Mortiz, neither you nor Mei knows me as intricately as this Vampire. He’s the only one privy to all that I am. “So, um w-where you able to find a Sorcerer?” I nervously stutter, raising my head meekly to peek at him who’s still staring at me with those sharp eyes of his.

A gust of wind rushed through the tent and the scene around her disappeared as she found herself back on the pier, still gazing into the necromancer's eyes. The trance broken, Merlin stepped back, glaring indignantly at him as she stumbled and fell onto something hard and muscular, crouched down low behind her. She heard a familiar growl and instinctively reached out to grab Zeke’s neck as he rose up and leaped forward, charging past the necromancer and his witches.

Mila's POV I gasped as Morticia grabbed my neck with her hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh as I whimpered. "What are you doing?" I managed to voice out. Morticia didn't answer me as her eyes were shining with a bright light. She screeched lightly and tightened her grip. My eyes widened in shock. Morticia was the other demon creature that had been doing all the killings. "Morticia, it's me, Mila," I struggled to speak as her hands didn't leave my neck

] ["Yes! I didn't greet you before, because I didn't want to surprise Davey or the three knights with my wonderful presence." ["Funny as always. So, does anyone knows about your telepathy?"] ["Georgie. Rae and Sir Gregory. But you kinda knew this already."] ["How do you... pfft- Did you hear my thoughts from when we were getting close to the estate?"] ["I did, sorry, it's not like I can control this."] ["Any more surprises?"] ["Well, I'm already walking, talking and reading."] He laughed. ["As expected. You crazy Immortal. Be cool, my son is kind of shy."]

"I did not believe it until I found myself in this situation." He eyed me, huffed, and stood without saying anything to me. I followed him. I knew getting the petal of life would not be easy, but I was ready to do whatever I could to get it from MOLART. "Mortals who come here do not make it back alive, do you know that?" he said. "I did not come to die, MOLART—" I was barely done speaking when he immediately turned to me and grabbed my neck. I gasped as he stared into my eyes again.

'From the place beyond the nine heavens?' Morticia furrowed her brows. Darryl had spoken so seriously, so the doubt in her mind had dissipated. 'Those from the place beyond nine heavens must be the Heavenly Immortals. If that's the case, it makes sense.' 'After all, that person could do something that no ordinary man can do." Instantly, Morticia let down her guard and said coldly, "Can you bring me out of the Blazing Sun Gate?" Even though she had believed in the identity that Darryl had made up, she still held a deep grudge about how he defiled her.