Percy In Tartarus Novels & Stories

I ask hesitantly, my eyes narrowing. Hera laughs, shaking her head. "Heavens, no. She was cast down to Tartus when we fought the Titans, dear. You might recognize yourself better by a different name..." "What might that be?" I ask, puzzled. "Hecate."

Finally, when he does speak up, I know he's talking metaphorically about our connection - "You'd think the white sands of the Underworld and the black sands of Tartarus would clash together because of their stark contrast, but instead, it's like they're meant to be one. Their colors blend almost effortlessly." "Sometimes, the things that make the less are actually what is meant to be. The fates collide in the weirdest of ways sometimes." I reply as we stand outside the gates of Tartarus, where Cerberus stands wagging his tail in excitement at me, drool spilling down his face on each of his three heads. As I reach up to pat Cerberus on his center head, I ask Samael once more if he's sure he w

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

"Just because you helped us now doesn't mean you have my trust. I will never trust you" "Save your breath!",Ren snapped at Henrietta when the witch tried to defend herself. Henrietta wisely shut her mouth and looked away in shame. "I don't trust her either, Layla",she turned back to Layla. "But hear me out first. Tartarus is not a place any creature can go in easily. It is a place of the damned. If we do not have protection, we could lose our lives" "It's true",Xerxes agreed. "The power surrounding Tartarus is deadly. We would all be fried to ashes, and not even you, the strongest creature can withstand it"

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

"Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it." Understanding the urgency and my rising panic at seeing it, Dane grabbed hold of me as the environment shifted dramatically. He replaced the terrifying imagery with a memory plucked from Percy's mind. We were suddenly in the middle of a vibrant scene at the orphanage where Percy had lived, surrounded by a group of children laughing and playing. Here, Percy was a caretaker, a protector, immersed in a moment that brought him genuine joy and fulfillment instead of pain. This swift change in the dreamscape was Dane's way of recalibrating Percy's subconscious, steering him away from the trauma.

I shake my head, “There’s no time and words don’t often change anyone’s mind with a single speech. Percy, make sure those who are most vocal about Soren’s supposed betrayal are in the group supporting Hilda and me. You go with the others and keep them in line. I’ll take it as a personal affront if any of them act against Soren or Cerelia.” Percy nods, not looking entirely happy. “I’ll go and reassign the fighters right away,” he says, walking off in a hurry. “He’s right, I shouldn’t be threatening my warriors and making it appear as though I’m placing more value on Cerelia and Soren’s safety than I am on theirs.” Hilda looks at Percy’s retreating back, then at me, “Did I zone out for half th

Her piercing scream filled the air as her soul was ripped from her body, and she was sent into the pits of hell. I vomited on the sidewalk; my pride was now bruised tenfold for the torture I just endured. My ears rang as Lucifer burst out into a fit of laughter. His hand clasped around the back of my neck, his mouth right against my ear as he leaned forward. "Next time you fuck up my plans or lose fucking control again, Perseus, I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck home and clean up before you embarrass yourself further."

OK, yeah. This mission isn’t the most in line with what I told Nathan and Freya about keeping me safe. But we’re headed to Tartarus. Other than Persephone and Hades’s palace, it is now the safest place in the Underworld. Since the gods took back their power from the evil army, we were able to put the Tartaruchi in charge of everything in Tartarus. A collective consciousness, the Tartaruchi are four separate primordial Titans. They had helped Zeus and his siblings in the war against the Titans, just like Hecate and I had.

He really thought -- felt -- that Theia was the sun in his life, and yet it all burst like a pretty bubble. "I'm sorry, my Lord." Tartarus lowered his head, "I should have seen it coming --" "No, you shouldn't." Erebus cut him off, "It's magic, and none of us has the ability to fight it. Don't be too hard on yourself." "And you are --" Astraios stared at Perses with a cautious look. They didn't even see Perses in the excitement of seeing Erebus. "You saw right," Menoetius quickly stepped up, "This is one of the oldest victim of the Queen. He JUST got rid of the spell put on him."