Percy Jackson Fanart Nico Novels & Stories

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

The air smelled of charcoal, oil paint, and the faint metallic tang of her own frustration. She held a pencil in one hand—loose, uncommitted—staring at the blank page in her lap. The last sketch of Nico lay beside her: him in boxers, arms crossed, scars on full display. The one she’d drawn after the 3 a.m. intervention. Every line captured—rough ridges, puckered burns, the way his lean muscle pulled tight over bone like he was always braced for the next hit. She’d drawn him a dozen times since.

Nico was the one person he trusted a lot. He turned back to the flickering screens. “You are pardoned for now, Nico. You can stop smiling now. It's scary.” The smile instantly vanished from Nico’s face, and he found himself, itching to wack the insufferable don over the head. “Keep that up, and I just might send you off on a vacation with Rea. She's been itching to explore the Mediterranean recently,” Nero warned for good measure, without taking his eyes off the screen. It was almost as if he could read the other man's mind.

I warn, my voice steady with determination. Nico smirks, rubbing his jaw, the flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes despite the tension in the air. “That’s very cute.” He states, his smirk turns wicked. “Lucky for you, I like my woman feisty.” And then he pulls his jacket back and flashes the gun holstered at his waist. “The more you fight and defy me, the more appealing you become to me, Stellina." I jerk back abruptly, but Nico’s fingers clamp around my wrist with the force of iron shackles. He peels the bottle of vodka from my grasp and tosses it onto the seat.

Why couldn't she understand that? Athena stalked forward, her growl deepening to something that vibrated through the ground beneath my paws. Her eyes never left mine as she issued commands through the mind link, deliberately pushing them into my consciousness too despite Ares's barriers. 'Stop. Now. Nico, take the living ones. Knock them out. We need them for questioning.' Nico's dark gray form materialised at her flank, his eyes flicking between us with the wary calculation of a wolf caught between two dominant Alphas. He hesitated only briefly before moving to obey her, darting past me toward the two rogues still fighting my guards.

“I am sorry Perocchio if I went beyond my boundaries. I just don’t want you to get sidetracked. I have seen how that Baxter girl has impacted you since last year. She had a relationship with David Ford back then, so you kept your distance.” “I am just afraid that because of her, you might forget about our search for Rebecca and our mission against the Bonacci Family.” “You do not have to remind me. I know what I am doing to the point that I am using Ms. Baxter as bait.” Nico said bitterly. Then, he saw shock registered on Bruno’s face. He relished the thought that there were still things that surprised his friend. And this was among them. Nico sighed. He suddenly felt tired. “I know what

Nico said, wiping his face with a trembling hand. I looked around at the mess—at what Perion’s love had cost. “He’s going to come back,” I said softly. Nico nodded. “If anyone can crawl out of hell and walk straight through fire to get to you… it’s him.” I looked up at the pale sky, at the rising sun bleeding over the trees. Come back to me, Perion. You promised. Please.

“You must have lost your mind, Nico! Do you think I will still go ahead with mating with her?” Nico’s eyes turned red, and he looked like he was going to pass out from shock as he stared at me. Then ever so slowly, his shock turned to anger, and he fisted his hands. “I have helped you too much! My niece has to become the Luna! I don’t care how you do it! But she must!” he growled where he stood. I nodded my head and turned to Edna. “You see how selfish he is… he wants power,” I said with a wave of my hands. “And he doesn’t care if we are going to be sinning or not. All he wants is the power.”

She traced the edge of the frame with her finger, her heart twisting in her chest. “When…” Ava’s voice was a whisper, thick with emotion. “When was this taken? I don't remember anyone painting us. I don't remember posing for this.” Nico didn't answer right away. He just watched her reaction, his eyes soft and warm. “I didn't need you to pose,” Nico said quietly. “I had an artist come in discreetly a few weeks ago. He sat at the back, sketched, observed. I told him to capture the real you, the real connection between you two. I wanted you to have this moment forever.”

"Nico, you’re pushing it." "I’m just having a bit of fun," Nico said, feigning innocence. "Besides, they don’t have to play if they don’t want to. I’m just saying… the stakes could be interesting. After all, she’s just some girl... Right, Constantine?" The way his eyes locked with Constantine’s made me realize Nico had been watching us closely, looking for a nerve to press. And maybe that’s why Constantine wanted me to leave. I was the nerve. The opening Nico would abuse to get to them.