Percy In Tartarus Novels & Stories

“Dante’s no fighter. Odysseus will keep you safe while guiding you.” “Come! We must hurry!” Persephone urges again. Odysseus grabs a walking stick from inside his door. “I am ready.” “I can transport you to the edge of the Asphodel Fields,” Hades says. “That’s where you’ll find the entrance to Tartarus. Good luck, heroes. For all our sakes, I hope you make it.”

"The Titans have disappeared. When we arrived at Tartarus they had been released and that creature that guards them was asleep. There were two human scents then they vanished in thin air. But we have their scent." "Humans don't disappear. But witches do. Track those that have interfered with my plan." Lucius yells looking at the Phobos flying away. He looks around him and sniffs. "I know your ass is here I can smell you." Lucius turns looking at Tyhpone." "I've been here waiting for you. What took you so long? I was beginning to think you turned into a coward and decided to stay in that dark hell hold for eternity. " Typhone smirks.

Percy murmurs, dark eyes indecipherable but for the faintest hint of a downwards curl to his lips; a disgusted sneer. Percy has never favored those men who feel the need to oppress others in order to build their own thrones. The last men he had found of such guilt - those who had bound Darla in their manmade cages and shackles - had discovered what incurring the wrath of a man who needs no sword to wield the sharp edge of steel, would entail. They have never had the chance to bind another again, since. "Yes," Alfred says. Alcina remains huddled where she is, eyes wide and disbelieving, lips parted.

the demon wailed. I frowned as I heard the word Tartarus. Artemis had told me before about Cronus, the ancestor of the Olympian Gods being imprisoned there. She had said that Samael had joined the Titans in their attempts at freeing Cronus from Tartarus. I didn’t know much about Cronus other than the fact that letting him free would result in chaos. I made a mental note to ask Adrian more about him. But first, I had a demon to question and send back to the Underworld. I had enough of the demon already and just wanted it gone…

“But that’s what I heard. He’s planning something.” We were all silent for a second. Then Salvatore said, “We need to find out what his next move is.” Percy hesitated again. She bit her lip. “Is there more?” I asked. She looked down at her tea. Then she said it. “I think Ares is part of it too.” Everything stopped. Salvatore froze. I felt like someone had pulled the floor from under me. “What?” I said. “I’m not sure,” Percy said quickly. “I just… I heard his voice. That day. I saw a glimpse of him. It was fast. I can’t say it clearly. Maybe I was wrong,”

Achilles said, "Meet you at Elysium and try to woo you this time properly, until Leonidas dies and takes you away that is." It was said that souls after their death on Earth moved to either Tartarus, a place of suffering for the wicked or Elysium, a place of joy for the kind and those whose lives were worthy on Earth but souls who moved to Elysium lost all their Earthly memories as their lives down there must have caused them one pain or another, and they start afresh. Persephone tried to smile. "Giving up on me so soon I see."

author pov ​Gaia walked around her own island, enjoying the freedom she had to do so now that she was free from the decaying Tartarus. She wished that place could be destroyed and would be happy to see it done. However, she realized that Tartarus was needed for the monsters and gods who received banishment as punishment. She hoped never to have to return there, and a shiver ran down her spine as he remembered the dismal, decaying land of the place. Tartarus was as far beneath the earth as Mt. Olympus was above. It was deeper than the underworld. It had been so hard to create a new life while she had been banished there. Gaia will be forever grateful to her children for finally freeing her an

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."

"You…" Percy’s face twisted with frustration, stunned she’d humiliated him so directly. "Fine. You win." Clenching his jaw, he turned and walked away. This time, he was going to make it. He’d rise again and prove to Stellar just how wrong she’d been to dismiss him. With that thought burning in his chest, Percy forced himself back to the pawn shop and handed over the heirloom—this time, for a long-term loan. … Stellar didn’t give the encounter another thought.

The dragon’s ordeal was finally over. They defeated it at the loss of a member. Zadicus’ patterns disappeared slowly along with the scarlet shade on his eyes, exhaling deeply, gasping for air. Persephone rushed to his side, holding him by the arms. “Zadicus?” She called, holding but he lifted his mournful gaze and removed Persephone’s hands slowly, looking down sadly. Persephone emitted compassion but Zadicus took his heavy steps towards Ruth who was holding Zen, sobbing.