Percy Jackson Fanart Nico Novels & Stories

I yelled on top of my voice "I beg you Nico, please." Nico stopped hitting and rose with heavy pants and a bloody fist. The cheer of the crowd died and Nico walked away jerking my hands off his clothes. No matter how long he tried to hide his feelings, Nico was still who he was. He was a werewolf and it wasn't going to change. I stared at his bruised elbow as he walked out of sight, drawing every attention to him, including the weird man with a funny drawing on his jacket.

But by mid-morning, Nico and Tessa showed up at the house anyway, bustling in with creams, brushes, and bottles. “Extra skincare,” Nico insisted with a mischievous grin. “We want your skin to glow like sin in those final shots.” I rolled my eyes but let them work their magic. When Tessa was suddenly called away for a family emergency, it left me alone with Nico. As his hands worked with professional precision, smoothing skincare product across my face, we spoke about so many things, including dark secrets the elites keep. Nico’s hands stilled for a moment, his brush hovering above my cheekbone. His voice dropped, trembling like it carried a weight too heavy to release.

I text, before he actually decides to block me. Nico takes a long time, but all of a sudden the door opens behind me and I almost fall backwards. I get up and face him. He’s looking at me with narrowed eyes. Nico is a pretty boy, the years haven't changed his youthful features that much... but he has insane black eyes. Very insane. And they're burning a hole through my forehead right now. "Oh, hey," I say, giving him an awkward smile. His insane eyes don't change, "So you pity me a little bit, then?"

Similar to the ones I saw at Nico's study on my first day here. My fingers shot to my mouth. This really stinks. But this time there's more. Beside my pictures, there's another pictures. My Mother. Pictures of my mother when she was younger. Lovely. Smiling as if nothing had ever gone awry. A note was written beneath it. "Target. Asset. Betrayer?" My stomach flip-tumbled. Another picture shows Nico and a boy who looked just like him. But he looks younger, crueler. eyes sharp enough to cut.

I shake the daze from my eyes and look up to see Nico staring down at me with an irritated look on his face. “You and I need to talk,” he growls as he pulls me out of the gym. I open my mouth to yell for Deimos, but Nico covers my mouth with his hand. “Don’t even think about it. Or your little brother Phineas will be the first to die,” Nico threatens me. I nod my head up and down, knowing that Nico is capable of terrible things and he would kill a child if it meant getting his way.

When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed. Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Nico. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.

Nico watched for a moment, then knelt behind her, hands spreading her ass cheeks, teeth sinking into the fleshy curve until she whimpered and arched. Handprints came next. Cole bent her over the vanity edge, palm cracking down—measured, deliberate—until both cheeks glowed hot crimson, the sting radiating deep into her core. She dripped onto the tile before he finished. Nico produced a small pot of edible gold body paint—shimmering, sweet-scented. He pushed her thighs apart on the bed, dipped a fine brush, and wrote in elegant, looping script across her lower stomach just above her mound: Vegas House Toy. The letters gleamed wet under the lights; he blew softly across them to set the pigment,

Lucas found this young man rather interesting. "I… I'm Nico Cardigan," the cute, young man answered. "I'm Lucas York," Lucas said slowly. Nico nodded his head. "Oh, Lucas York. What?!!" It was as if Nico had recalled a very terrifying incident as his face became plastered with a horrified expression. "He's Lucas. Besides, he even has zombies following him. Could it be… could it be… that he's Lucas the Demon?" Nico said while feeling stunned. 'That is a shocking possibility!'

Dark bruises bloomed across my collarbone, bites reddened along my shoulder and breast, even my thighs wore his claim. “Nico!” I hissed, clutching the sheet to my chest. “Are you insane? Look at me!” He did, unrepentant, a slow grin stretching across his face. “I am. And it’s beautiful.” My glare sharpened. “Beautiful? I can’t go back to Dante like this. These are evidence, Nico!” He leaned up on one elbow, surveying his work like an artist admiring a finished masterpiece. “Evidence? No. Proof. Proof that for one night, you were mine, body and soul.”

“Nicco. Remember when you said I could have an office assistant?” He turned to look at me with a look of confusion. “You want to talk about this now?” I rolled my eyes and ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “See that man? The one with the canapes?” Nicco stopped and looked before nodding. “His name is Mario. He wants to go back to New York and finish school. I think he’d make a great assistant for me.” Nicco looked at me incredulously. “You want me to take one of my mom’s Omegas?” He sounded amused. “I thought you were trying to win her over.”