Percy Holding Up The Sky Novels & Stories

Cerise thinks, Desperate to see her only star among the red, dark sky. The morning comes, and the sky remains blood-colored. Joy-I weeps like a child, far from the mature image she always puts on. Yzander and the doctor stood at the corner, as suspicious as ever. Halo and Nicholas struggle to keep sleeping, as the murmurs and crying stop them from doing so.

But before I could speak, thunderous steps approaching heralded a new threat. "River!" Jayden spat in warning, dropping into a defensive crouch. But Skye stayed with him with one slim hand. "You go, I'll hold him from here." Skye shouted as she held River in the air with her magic and spurred him, hitting him to the ground. He spilled blood coughing. "Hey little pet, why don't I give you a parting gift then." He smirked, his bloodied lip twitching upwards.

Maggie queried getting quite impatient with their continued silence. It was Percy who spoke up. “We will let you see it. Words are not enough.” He held his hand to her and Olivia. The others joined hands and they formed a perfect circle. Olivia tilted her head back and looked into the sky while chanting some words. “Ing ra ekta ouhs oht ethe tufre.”

Percy let go of Riley who fell on the floor. “Good with me!” Percy stared at him coldly when Sky held his mate’s hand and moved her behind him like he was protecting her from Percy. ‘I am going beat this Kent doll’s a*s tonight!’ thought Percy angrily. “Sorry, my lovely Mina. I am going to crush your leech mate tonight” Sky said flashing his charming smile at her and Mina blushed in response. Not many girls were blessed with immunity to Sky’s signature flirty smile. ‘Did she just blush?’ thought Percy glaring at Mina coldly.

" he insisted, clearly unwilling to let go. By then, Stellar had walked over to the old wishing tree. "Do you remember the wish we made here? If you don’t, I can dig up the bottle right now." Without waiting, Percy crouched down and began digging with his bare hands, unbothered by the dirt caking his fingers. It was his way of proving his sincerity. Stellar watched without stopping him. After a long while, he finally unearthed the bottle, still wrapped in the hand-drawn paper. His face lit up as he held it like something sacred.

Percy held my waist as we faced the guests. My mouth fell open when petals of red roses started falling from the ceiling. The crowd cheered even louder at the beautiful sight of petals falling inside the hall. Then we both looked back when we heard fireworks. I looked at Percy, who was already gazing at me, observing my reaction. Nothing but the best. That was what he always told me and had always given me.

So take this as a sign that I'm pissed,” My lips parted, my throat closed up and I couldn't breath. I could hear people running and fighting to get to Vanessa. They were screaming and growling. Percy was on a killing spree ripping the heads of everyone in his way as the tried to get to Vanessa. His eyes were constantly searching mine. He growled and his eyes began to glow as he tapped into the last of his energy which scared the crap out of me. He ran up to the podium and tackled Vanessa to the ground. I was let go of whatever spell she had me under and fell to the floor grasping for air.

Standing over Lucy’s unconscious body. She was tied up and covered in blood. Just then, the clouds above in the sky parted. A ray of moonlight poured down on my face. I lifted my head to the sky and howled as loud as my lungs could hold. This was no longer just about the throne. This was a war of which everything hung in the balance, and I sure in hell wasn't going to lose.

“Tell me if it’s too tight. It won’t be too fun if you faint due to lack of air and blood circulation.” She meekly nodded, still unsure of what was happening. They were at the roof of the cabin. Perseus was tying her on a pole jutting straight at the sky. She was facing the woods, illuminated by the full moon. She wanted to ask what his plan was, but she felt it will be futile to ask him anything. He seemed too focused and excited at what he was doing.

Just please come. Sincerely, Beta Marcus Lightfoot Strong hands grip each of my shoulders, and I realize Percival and Zeke are holding me up, just in case. “I’m all right,” I lie. “Really? Because I wouldn’t be,” Percival says. “I’ll tell them to get the carriage ready. Percy, you’re going to need to go with him so he’s still strong by the time he gets to Longclaw.” Zeke’s tone is no-nonsense and not to be trifled with.