Percy Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share. “You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?” I nodded, sipping the bitter brew. It burned going down, matching the twist in my gut. “Yeah. I keep replaying it. He looked so hurt, Perce. Like I betrayed him by not noticing. But I can’t force feelings. Not when I’m still picking up pieces from Girad. God, what if I lose him as a friend too?”

“Yes, I dream of you drowning. And even though I can’t drown you myself, one can only hope you get paralyzed and end up choking to death in a tub of your own sweat.” God, some things are sacred. Percy can never be any of those things. I chuckled. There’s no way I’d ever be attracted to this piece of dirt. Even though I think he and I could form a friendship someday- actually no. That’s not going to happen either. I feel so relaxed, and happy.

Feeling awkward, he quickly asked, “Percy, she’s really gone. Aren’t you going to explain things to her?” “What’s there to explain?” Another one of Percy’s friends cut him off, speaking with absolute certainty. “Don’t forget how she begged her way into Percy’s life back then. A fake heiress who stole eighteen years of someone else’s life, a stray dog everyone despises—how could she possibly survive without him? Mark my words, she’ll come crawling back, crying and begging for his forgiveness before the day is over!” Percy swirled the red wine in his glass, his fingers casually tilting the stem. His gaze drifted back from the door where Stellar had disappeared, his lips curving into the fainte

I assured him, and I meant it to. "Thanks." I focused on finishing our lunch then. How do we get Zerena to come back? ****Author's Note: Poor Percy, hated for something he had no control over. There will be more Phoenix things to come now that Fane has fully awoke.

I got up and opened the door. It wasn't Caden. Percy stood in the doorway. His jacket was gone. His hair was slightly undone, like he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes were dark and exhausted. He looked at me with a sad expression. Neither of us spoke. What was Percy doing here?

I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned to find Percy running towards me. He had uncle Emerson’s dark hair with Aunt Tally’s round eyes. His nose was small and he held that same playful look his mom did. He waved at me as he ran towards me. He was like an excitable puppy. He was an interesting hybrid. His wolf and banshee actually merged, causing his wolf to howl like a banshee now. I think he was one of very few hybrids who had actually merged instead of having two separate beasts inside them. “Hey, Perry. What’s up?” We decided a while back that I wouldn’t call him Percy. It was just too weird for me. He came up with the name Perry and that’s what I have called him since.

The room was dimly lit with the strong smell of cigar mixed with cocoa filling my nostrils. He strode towards us while I took a seat, unwilling to be anywhere near him while Persia embraced him in a hug “Careful,” she said lightly. Percy didn’t turn right away. “About what?” She leaned back facing him “You’re doing the serious leader thing again.” I wasn’t expecting it but I saw it, a flicker. Percy’s expression loosened slightly. “Which version do you prefer?” he asked. “The one that pretends he’s human occasionally,” she said.

I can’t deny that my body reacts to him, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it fully. “Do not tell me you’re going to argue with your own body now, Purrey. That’s cheating,” he murmurs. I bite the inside of my cheek, swatting at his hand again, though this time it’s weaker. My knee shifts just slightly toward him, a betrayal I immediately regret. He leans ever so slightly closer, and I can feel my heart stutter. “Crosswalk…” I whisper, voice small, wary. “I know,” he replies, low, rough, almost tender. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Evadne casually twirled her hair at her chest. Percival took a deep breath before calming down: “Once you’ve donated blood, we’ll set a date to get engaged.” Evadne internally scoffed. Percival was a businessman, adept at getting what he wanted without giving anything in return. Hadn’t she been easily brushed aside after donating blood last time? Was he trying the same tactic again? “Percy, I love you. They say women become blind once they fall in love, but being blind doesn’t mean being foolish.”

I sat up in a more dignified way, but it only made me feel more exposed and vulnerable. "Did Percy send you?" I asked, wishing my voice did not sound so small, so utterly helpless. He smiled, a slow smile that did not touch his eyes and made me shiver. "I sent myself. You see your Percy no longer cares about you, and so we don't need to take any permission from him before we touch his little vamp possession." He kept stepping forward as he spoke, and finally giving into my fear, I kept scramming backwards, until I felt my back touch the wall. He smiled again, and I felt his eyes, like unwanted fingers move all over my body, making my skin crawl.