Percy Jackson Bianca Di Angelo Novels & Stories

“Her friend. Who are you?” She closed her eyes and the cracks in the earth between us began to close. “Persephone,” she said as she opened her eyes. “And this is Angelica’s mother. You will take us to where you believe they are going,” she said, nodding in the direction Zander had flown. “Persephone, as in, Queen of the Underworld?” I asked in disbelief. “More like the oldest immortal slave of the underworld,” she said as she placed a hand on the shoulder of Angelica’s mother. “Come on, we need to be going before the souls realize their captor is gone.”

Their heads snapped at the person, and she found Luca glaring icy daggers their way. The waiter hurried over as Luca apologized to him curtly saying the glass slipped from his hand. "Are you okay?" Harrison asked, looking down at her feet as the shards spread everywhere. "I'm fine," she said softly, noticing Harrison staring at Luca. "You are?" Harrison asked, noticing his powerful aura. "Luca Perez, Angela's beta and protector," he said in a cold dark tone, his deep voice had chills scraping the back of her neck as she inhaled sharply.

The sudden weight of the bag pulled sharply against her taped ribs, sending a fresh wave of pain through her torso, but she hardened her jaw and ignored the protest of her body. Before turning away for good, she cast one final, lingering look into the glass. The girl named Angela was completely gone. In her place stood a mysterious, defiant stranger who had built an entire identity on a dangerous foundation of lies and sheer willpower. She was heading straight into the heart of Accademia Alpha—a fortress of elite predators where a single slip of the tongue meant certain death.

“Jessica?” She turned to find Bianca hovering in the hallway, worry etched on her face. Bianca was in her forties, Latina, with warm brown eyes and hands that had held Jessica through more panic attacks than she could count. She was the closest thing Jessica had to a friend, which was pathetic considering she literally paid Bianca to be here. “He’s gone,” Jessica said. Bianca’s expression transformed from worry to something that looked like joy. “He believed you?” “Every word.”

The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer: - Yes. Lilith POV When I hear Angel answer “yes,” I materialize between him and Klaus, grab his neck, and drag him towards the woods. Klaus and the others try to stop me, but I have a barrier of fire erected around us, blocking their passage. A panicked Angel tries to pull my hands from his neck, but I hold on tighter and tighter, feeling his life slowly ebb away. With a smile, I squeeze even tighter, but thunder echoes, shaking the ground and putting out the flames. Beside me, a very beautif

They hadn’t yet decided on a name, though both had been tossing ideas back and forth for months. “She looks like a little angel,” Elena said, her voice soft. Angelo nodded, his gaze never leaving their daughter. “She does. What about Angelica?” Elena tilted her head thoughtfully. “Angelica... I like it. It’s strong but sweet, just like her.” “Angelica Fabian,” Angelo said, testing the name out loud. A small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s perfect.” Elena laughed lightly. “You say that about everything when it comes to her.”

Angelo mumbles with a pout She looked back at the group only to see their eyes wide out, The brown hair man looked at Aria before asking "What kind of magic did you use on him? " Making Angelo groan loudly. "What do you mean, magic?" Aria asked confusedly. "Angelo is never nice, he always bully me." Eren said it a frown. Aria looked at Angelo, her head shake in disappointment. "Why could you do that?" She asked Angelo. "Cause his stupid baby." Angelo mumbled.

She asked, uncharacteristically nervous. "Well… Bianca's staying with us. Not by my choice, though." Silence again. Then… "O-Oh… W-well… I-I—" Angela stammered as she struggled to complete a sentence. Why was she panicking? What was it about Bianca that was making her act this way? "Angela? Are you okay? What's wrong? Why are you—" "No need to worry about me, dear." She answered quickly. "I'm sorry, Callum called me and I just had a hard time keeping up with two different conversations going on at once."

She writhed, clawing against my hand where I forced her head down. "Shhh," I murmured, leaning close enough for my breath to tickle her ear. "Calm down. Why struggle this much and never once scream? That isn't very feminine of you, Bianca. Ladies are supposed to shriek when monsters touch them." Her muffled noise wasn't a scream. It was more like a growl. She forced my hand down and spat, "Let go of me! I don't want anything to do with Dante—or his damn problems!"

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.