Percy In Tartarus Novels & Stories

The victory he coveted in Olympus War was shrewd. “Pathetic.” “Come out! Come out from there!” Perseus shouted, still in panic. “... pathetic.” The black hole shook angrily. GRUUUUUU~ The sky was shaking the same. Perseus planted his feet strongly on the rooftop. For now, he had to forget about Hermes. He would help him once he had finished with Hades. Even if it meant to kill him. GRUUUUUUUUU~ The vibration of the sky became violently as the black hole shook angrily. It shook so much the black hole turned into a dark red.

The only part that interested him in the whole speech was the part where he was no longer Immortal. "You should have led with that! That is great news!" Grey came to a sitting opposite Thanatos who couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Forget all about that. I have a piece of ancient prophecy that speaks of a way to Tartarus!" "You mean a road to your father?" "On the tenth peak of the lunar circle the gates of Tartarus permits a living safe passage in and out of the abyss!" "Why would anyone in their right senses want to go into that pit of literal nightmares!" It doesn't make sense. Tartarus is Hades adjacent, from the knowledge in the books. I don't understand what would make a man want

It was as if he were telling Aria he would listen no matter how impossible it might sound. Aria saw the walls finally come down, and the ache in her chest cut even deeper. She shifted in her seat and let her voice go gentler. But she kept every word clear and sure, carrying warmth that felt like it had traveled across a thousand years. She began to tell him the story that reincarnation had buried. "Percy, in your past life, you were the fourth apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect." The words hit him, and his heart lurched hard, as if a key had just slid into a lock hidden somewhere inside his soul and turned. The fragmented visions that had been trickling through his mind erupted all at once,

When she was gone, the stone rolled off the summit to the plain below once again. Persephone walked past a stream and encountered Tantalus, who was condemned by her father Zeus to eternal punishment for killing his own son and serving him up to the gods. He was tied to a rock and plunged into the water up to the chin. There as he stooped to drink, water always receded from his parched lips. Also, Tall trees with spreading branches laden with delicious fruits hung temptingly over his head. As soon as he raised himself to grasp them, the branches rose beyond his reach.

By his side was where I would always belong. "You want a mess?" Percival asked with an eyebrow raised. He placed his elbow on the table and rested the side of his chin against his knuckles. "We can start in your company," he suggested. Cadmus huffed and straightened his back. His eyes started throwing daggers back at Percival's. "What are you? Her lapdog?" Cadmus snarled. An amused chuckle slipped out of Percy's lips as he leaned back. He glanced at me, and a smirk tugged on his lips before looking back at Cadmus. "I worship her."

Viktor's body slowly lowered and a hissing sound from the rock sounded that they thought that if it was an ordinary person they would have blisters on their bodies. Cia, who had been watching in silence, finally cleared her throat softly. Somehow suddenly he was very weak and unable to support himself. Vasilio turned to Cia with a wide smile, he kissed the top of Cia's head with a happy heart. The ritual has been completed and now it's just a matter of waiting for Viktor's body to react. "You asked Tartarus for help?" asked Cia impatiently. Vasilio nodded slowly and Cia could only exhale slowly. Tartarus is the most powerful god of darkness, he lives at the bottom of the earth with many foll

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?”

The specter of William’s vengeance loomed ever closer, a shadow that threatened to unravel the fragile peace they had built. ********** The present rushes back to Percy like a wave crashing against the shore. He opens his eyes, the fire in the hearth now reduced to glowing embers. The weight of his memories hangs heavy on his shoulders, a burden he has carried for almost a millennium. He knows that the time has come to face the past, to confront the darkness that has followed him for so long. He rises from his chair, the dagger still in his hand, and moves to the window. Outside, the night is calm, the stars twinkling in the sky like distant beacons of hope. But Percy knows that this peace i

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

This wasn’t supposed to be real… except it was. Percy’s tattoo glowed faintly, burning against his skin. Proof. He felt it too. But his face wasn’t joy. It was stone. His jaw clenched, eyes hard, as if the bond was a curse instead of fate. I staggered, knees buckling, the fire searing me alive. My scream echoed, silencing the whispers. And Percy… he didn’t move. He just stood there, cold, unreadable. Darkness clawed at my vision. The last thing I saw was his expression, not wonder, not relief, but resistance.