Percy Jackson Ancient Son Of Poseidon Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

I shook my head in protest and he cupped my face so softly like he feared that I would break if he didn’t. “No it doesn’t” I said in a whimper. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why is your mind so far away from me”, he asked in a sad tone. I could feel my heart crumble at the acknowledgement of his pain. I cupped his face in return “No, it's not you, it’s just all of this. The gods are our parents and Aiden is the son of Zeus and it’s just too much too fast” A smile crept up his face.

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

He felt himself getting drowned in her ocean eyes and he couldn't help but let himself fall for her. "Well, what can I say. It's your choice, son. But be careful, you know what would happen if Lucifer will come to know about this." Perseus pulled away and ran his hand through his hair. He was worried about his son and his daughter. Cassian's affection towards Angie was something he was well aware of but Sarah getting abducted by Draven was something that made him worried.

“Aha! I found the correct name! Anarta you shall be Anarta son of Zeus and also destroyer of Zeus...if not the whole world. I can't wait. But for now sleep my wrekun.” She hummed a song. Rocking the chair as she brushed the now known as Anarta's back.

“Where is Asclepius?” “I told you that he will not see patients in his home.” “I am not just a patient.” Persephone enunciated each word carefully and with underlying anger this time. “Still, I am telling you that he will not be accepting patients in his home.” “I am Persep--” “I know who you are and I am not afraid of you or Asclepius. You are Persephone, daughter of Demeter and your father is Zeus.” “Then, get me Asclepius!”

“I’m a virgin.” A low chuckle broke the tension, and Penelope’s eyes darted to Orion. The demigod was leaning casually against the wall, his dark leather tunic and bronze bracers catching the faint light. His grin was sly, his eyes alight with mischief. “Well, that’s gonna be a problem,” he said, his voice a rich, teasing drawl. “There’s no way you’re fooling Hades with the scent you’re giving off. The god in him will fight to claim you.” Persephone’s face flushed as she smacked his arm. “Shut up, Orion.”

So this storm is welcome. Hades, Hermes, Ares, and I are in my office trying to figure out this mystery god and dark fae shit. I think we have figured out the timeline, and we have all come to a conclusion. It is impossible for Baylee’s father to be the son of Hades, Poseidon, Hephaestus, Hera, Hermes, Athena, Persephone, or me. That leaves Ares, Dionysus, Demeter, and Apollo. Aphrodite was not even included in our list since she has been unable to bear children since giving birth to the triplets. I know they still feel bad about that, but it is not their fault.

"How did you..." I start to ask, but he gives me an understanding smile before cutting me off. "Same as you. As soon as I hit the water, Poseidon came to me and gifted me. He raised me as his own until I was old enough to take care of myself. He's been a father to me since. He would have done the same for you, but I didn't expect you to die when you jumped. I seen Lucien jump in after you and worked to clear the water for him to get you, but in the end neither one of us were quick enough. I didn't even know you were gone until he began to panic. I kept my distance with a heavy heart to see what he would do with you, but then suddenly you awoke. I managed to get close enough without being see

he said, reaching out to hold his wife’s hand when he said ‘we. Persephone was even harder to read. Perhaps it was because she was the daughter of The Zeus? Nurture over nature, but I’m not sure. I have only met The Zeus once, and he did seem to have a stern face with a schooled impression. But that school expression didn’t stay when she looked from the hope chest to Chara. I saw sadness as she looked at Chara, sucking her thumb in her sleep. "We are both thankful for the actions you've taken, Lord Ares," she said, squeezing her husband's hand back. "The money within will be used to help Chara. You've done much for us." she nodded.

These three were something else. “Chris said that you had some questions.” Aphrodite said. “Mother and dad what are you doing here?” Alaexys asked. “We are here to talk with these young men.” Persephone told her. Alaexys sat down by Silas who moved the large pitcher of water away. Poseidon, that was my father’s name. He did tell us that his mother was obsessed with the Greek Gods and named him after the god of the sea. “Chris gave us the condensed version of how him and his sisters came to be. We were wondering if there was more to it than that?” I asked.