Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Ancient Son Of Poseidon Fanfiction

God Poseidon held his hands as he asked. "I am, father." "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-one in the earthly realm." "That necklace on your neck, who gave it to you?" "My earthly mum did. It belongs to you," Chris tried removing it so he can hand it back to him but God Poseidon shook his head. "Keep it," he said and surprised everyone by hugging him. "My son. My son." He called several times. "You're so handsome, son. Are you the mortal that loves Isabella, the daughter of Amphitrite?"

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

He immediately reached out his arms to embrace him: "My son..." Astro calmly slapped his hand away, his voice dropping to a freeze: "But I have never missed my father." "Because my father died the day he stood at his grand wedding and watched his people trample on my mother's dignity." "Lord Sea God, as the future master of Olympus, I will give you one final warning. Take your filthy, pathetic delusions and get out of my mother's sight. Stop tainting her divine robes." "Take your ocean dwellers and crawl back to your deep-sea trenches. Go play house with your noble Queen and your precious heir."

She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also makes Hecate your Auntie.”

I run to the bathroom for a shower. I hear Lucy calming down Ayesha and suggesting to go for breakfast. As soon as I’m showered and dressed. I head down to the dining room. Theo is nowhere to be seen, and Jim is doing his best to cheer up Ayesha. I order breakfast, then run to check on Theo. Hes in what’s left of his office. He smashed everything except the tiny stool he was currently sitting on, which didn’t look like it would hold his weight for long. He was leaning against the wall, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe that boy would turn down our amazing daughter. His father explained that his older son Lucious was supposed to be the next king, but he and his twin sister are b

"I love your eyes. Those beautiful grey orbs. And your lips, would be wonderful to kiss. Those curly jet black hair, I haven't seen a woman as close to perfection as you are. Though not like my mother, she's pure perfection, but, almost. And–" Then a pair of hands grabbed him, pulling him away from me. "Enough!" Poseidon spoke. Suddenly, the zaps went off, what the fuck is he doing to me?! And how was he doing it?! "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The good old man of the seas." He said with a smile. " You think it's funny going around pushing sexual desires into random women?" "As a matter of fact, I don't. I can see you've got eyes on this one. Be careful though, the arrow doesn't

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.

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.

The pain instantly ebbed and was quickly forgotten. I sat down on the damp grass and pulled out Morpheus’ amulet, running my fingers over the ancient symbols which were older than the Greek text which had been used when my ancestors, Jason and Medeia, were alive and thriving. The symbols seemed to blur together as the mist ran itself over the amulet and a script I could read seemed to jump out at me. “Morpheus, son of King Hypnos and Pasithea, Prince of the Dreamlands and High Prince of the Oneroi.” I read aloud, whispering to the mist. “Forever the Protector of Dreams.”

His mother and sisters were the only ones that truly had faith in him and cared enough to be there for him but he could tell they were greatly distressed as well, but Andreas was more worried about ruling the water kingdom in Amaury's stead than caring about Amaury's failure but the not–so–subtle death glares he constantly threw Amaury's way were a solid proof that he wasn't fond of him very much and the hatred grew even stronger since the day of the accident. Although Poseidon acted as though he didn't seem to care about Amaury but deep down he was worried about his son and he didn't want to lose him like he had lost his first son, Adir, the first child. He cared deeply about all his childr