Novelas y relatos de Percy Jackson: Ancient God Fanfiction

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. .

Steam shrieked as fire fought frost, but the figure only laughed, grabbing the spear and shoving it deeper—into itself. “You can’t kill me,” it whispered, golden eyes locked on Sera. “You can only become me.” The fracture widened again. Half its body now through, the Ancient loomed over the courtyard. Its shadow cloaked the ground, suffocating the torches. Its voice rolled like an avalanche. “Daughter.” Sera’s knees buckled, Adrien forced himself to his feet, clutching his sword like a lifeline. “No. No, you don’t touch her!”

She twisted in the saddle of scales and light, eyes darting toward the village - now almost swallowed by the mist. The volcano’s mouth glowed white-hot now. But above it something vast began to take shape. A limb. Then a second. Wreathed in smoke, slick with ash, fire bleeding from its joints - a creature of impossible scale began to push against the boundaries of the world. A god. An ancient one. Lyra's pulse thundered. “Ekreth,” she shouted over the wind. “She’s waking it.” “No,” his voice echoed inside her mind. “She’s holding it back.”

If you resist, your divine bones will be destroyed, and you will be cast from the Starfall Spire. As he finished speaking, two squads of celestial soldiers stepped forward. No matter how glorious the two men had once been, they no longer dared to resist. They cast one final look at us before leaving. Azena and I held each other's hands tightly, feeling finally truly at peace. Our previous lives were worse than a nightmare. After Guerrian and Dexaldir's sentence, Azena took over the God of War position, becoming the only Goddess of War of the Celestial Skies.

He cut his friend off as he stood straight, letting out a sigh from his lips and stared at her. There was a pursed smile on her face, a triumphant one and before he could ask what had happened, a voice bellowed out, "Persephone!" What? She turned her head around, a bright happy smile on her face as she said, "Achilles." Persephone? Was she- Was she the god of the Underworld's wife? The Achilles in question was holding unto two horses, one black and one white, a frown on his face with a scar on his left eye, not so visible but there.

Agrip sighed, then began to speak again. “The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divine force.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

This was on the disturbing side. “Context, please?” Thea said. “Not much is known about her,” Amethyst said. “Except that she’s ancient, powerful, and dangerous,” Alpha Ford said. “Any mention of her comes laced with primal fear.” “Why are we hearing about her now?” Thea said. “Where has she been all this time?” Alpha Ford looked at Amethyst, then at Thea. “It’s difficult to say. Things are convoluted in the oldest texts. I think she nearly wiped everything out before, and the gods locked her away.”

“When the moon has crowned the child of fire, The ancient god shall walk again. If the claw does not strike before the child dies The Doom of Lycans will rise and all packs will perish.” I feel like the ground is tilting beneath me. Sophia stares at the prophecy, lips parted in shock. “They think… they think Kael—Ferris’s baby—is the child of fire.” “And they believe he’s the reincarnation of Kraden,” I whisper. The old god. The devourer. The one our ancestors fought to lock away. My heart pounds in my chest as I step back. My mind starts to spin as I take it all in.

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was