Pal Percy Novels & Stories

Caught in his scheme, Josh huffed out in defeat and took out his phone and pressed a button. “I’ll be honest, Percy always gets the hot girls and it’s not fair,” Josh stated and Lucas laughed. “When you’re much older and don’t act like a teenager you’ll land the hot babes.” I tell him holding my glass in the air. We ended up heading up the stairs to the bar to get more wine, no one else was in sight until we had our second glass of wine and Percy came around. He was quiet and his face stoic, something was wrong. He was paler than usual.

Like beating Declan to the state of unconsciousness was something he had always wanted to do. “You punch like a bitch, you always have. Since we were kids.” Those had been Percy’s words and it made me think if perhaps Percy had indeed been meaning to beat up Declan. And despite the fact that he had denied it before, it had been very obvious then that Percy absolutely hated Declan. “Why did you come back then?” I asked. Percy shifted in his seat and put his hand into the pocket of his trouser, with his eyes still closed, he brought out a gold lighter and waved it at me.

Percy then massaged the black crystal ball he was holding, it produced smoke but thank goodness, the smoke didn't seem harmful. "What do you want?!" One Alpha asked. The side of Percy's lips rose before he glanced at me. "I didn't mean to cause a war. Just grant my request and we will leave you, peacefully." "What exactly do you want, Percy?!" Fenris groaned. "Fuck this! Since when did you become Darkesta's dog?" Percy laughed so hard, that it echoed on the whole ground. "Oh mind you," he shrugged, still chuckling. "I am not anyone's dog, Fenris. I am my own master."

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

After the warrior who said that knew how much of a joke his words had been, he immediately sat down, not daring to say anything else. Percy's face was quite pale. He completely froze up when he saw that he had only gotten five! He refused to believe it! He had spent so much effort, and those around him were just useless minions who had just supported him. In Percy's eyes, they had only done thirty percent of the work at most, but he had still only gotten a five in the end!

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

We were discussing random things when Percy’s eyes suddenly widened. “What is it?” “He is coming.” She replied. “Who?” “The nerd.” “From yesterday?” I asked and she nodded. Davin chuckled. “He probably wants another round with you.” The male stopped at our table. He was brown blonde and had a pair of glasses on. To be honest, he was indeed cute but definitely not my type. Was Percy sex starved to have laid with such kind of person? “Layla.” The nerd called. I glanced at Percy, almost bursting into laughter. She definitely lied that her name was Layla and not Percy.

To Percival: How did you know my name?!

I met his gaze head-on, unblinking, until the last possible moment when I respectfully shifted my focus to his neck, avoiding direct eye contact as a sign of deference. Conor let out a low chuckle. "He has the makings of a leader, this one." His eyes moved to Percival, who stood perfectly still, mirroring my actions. "Ah, Future Alpha Percival," Conor remarked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "How have you been treating my daughter?" Don’t look, Percival... Percival’s gaze flickered momentarily to Conor's chest before he spoke. "She's been quite a handful, but she's doing well."

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.