Percy And Annabeth Falling Into Tartarus Novels & Stories

After the great war with the soul stealers, a curse was placed on us, but I could break through the terrible curse, but My brothers were unfortunate. The soul stealers turned my brothers into vessels, and every full moon, Athens and Alaric transformed into mindless beasts that hunted Lycan souls. To avoid that from happening, I made sure that they were locked up in a dungeon that wouldn’t let them escape, but the last full moon that occurred made them go on a rampage, killing all the Lycans they encountered.

he answers. They all keep telling me that, but I can’t help but wonder. Was this also supposed to happen? Losing, did it have a purpose? “We’re here” he interrupted my thoughts. We were so busy talking that I didn’t even notice the walk to get here. There was nothing over special about Tartarus. Just a gold gate and a wall made of shadows. But I guess looks can be deceiving because inside are twelve of the most powerful deities. Which makes me wonder, what was with deities and imprisoning, banishing or putting to sleep deities that were powerful? First the primordials, then the titans and Lucifer.

Blood dripped from her nose. “Stop! She’s dying!” Elena cried. “She has to fight it!” the witch yelled. Finally, Percy fell unconscious. Then… she opened her eyes. Two days later, Percy came to them crying. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was being used again. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be turned against you.” Elena pulled her into a hug. “It wasn’t your fault.” “But I still feel guilty. Please forgive me.” Salvatore nodded slowly. “You are forgiven.”

And then the unraveling began. Light exploded behind her eyes as the Spiral buckled. Its threads tore through her ribs, slashing through old promises, unraveling centuries of divine intent. Elthara gasped, doubling over as her knees struck the cracked altar stone. Her skin split with glowing fractures as power surged without direction. No longer contained by gods or names, the Spiral turned inward—wild, desperate, and unspeaking. And Elthara, caught in its center, collapsed with a silent scream.

I turned to see Amy and Asher racing through the house, their laughter filling the air, and a smaller baby crawling after them. My chest fluttered with warmth. I turned back to Abby, but she was gone. “Abby?” I called, smiling. “Are you hiding again, darling?” Silence. “Abby?” A cold fear slid down my spine. “Abby!” My eyes jerked open to blinding lights and blurred figures hovering above me. “Alpha?” Lucius’s voice cut through the haze. My head throbbed as I tried to focus. Where am I? Then memory slammed into me. Derek’s trap.

Cassandra thrashed wildly, her skin beginning to blacken and peel away. But Apollo’s eyes held no pity. Only a chilling, almost ecstatic satisfaction. "Baby?" he sneered. "A vile, wicked mortal... and you thought you were worthy of carrying my blood?" "Your greed and jealousy are the perfect nourishment for these waters. Enjoy it, Cassandra. This is the price you pay." "No—! Apollo, you monster! May you be damned—!" With one last, desperate curse, Cassandra and the child within her dissolved into a plume of black smoke, vanishing from the world forever.

Or at least where he was within the wind’s memory. The four men and I make eye contact, knowing what we have to do now. Hecate closes down the spell and turns to us. “Looks like the Tartaruchi are getting some visitors in Tartarus.”

"I'm sorry. The laws of Tartarus were too strong. I was blocked... It's okay. You're safe now. No matter what you've become, I will still love you." Love me? I twitched my bleeding lips. I didn't even have the strength to sneer. My lifeless gaze seemed to sting her. Frantic, she took off her cloak, wrapped it around my shattered body, and carried me into the portal. A flash of light, and we arrived at the Temple of Asclepius in the Argos Order. Seeing my horrifying state, my comrades fell dead silent. Even these hardened warriors, men who wrestled mythical beasts for a living, had tears in their eyes.

Hunter- “How do I get to Tartarus?” I asked for the second time. “You won’t be able to travel there directly, but I can take you to the Lethe River.” Zeus began. “I don’t exactly feel comfortable being anywhere near that River. I just had my memories returned. I don’t feel like losing them again.” I cringed. “Don’t worry, even if you fall in this time, you will be fine.” “Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Why would you enter Tartarus?” Odysseus doesn’t hesitate. “You must know what’s happening in the world above. A great war brews. The dark gods have seized control, imprisoning all others in Tartarus. They mean to destroy everything your father and mother created. These heroes intend to stop them. I am their guide.” Briareus grunts. “Tartarus has grown lately. But why should I care for the world above? They care nothing for me or my brothers.” Here it comes—the deal. Gods and Titans always want something.