Percy Jackson Fanfiction Banished God Novels & Stories

But even the moon goddess knew I deserved none of this. And if death was paramount, then not this way. I was supposed to die with dignity. Not like this. Not an outcast because this was my land. What would become of my pack and my land in the hands of the real traitors now? The Alpha king? Who would care to know what happened to him? Whether he was alive or not? Who would expose the evil that had invaded the Silverwood pack? Why was the goddess silent? I looked up as they mercilessly dragged me out of the vast iron gates, feeling my spirit detach from that of the pack. The breaking of the bond shook everything, causing a roar from the sky.

If I can get them to reject Alcmene, Amphitryon, Heracles and the rest, their spirits will be cast down to the Isle Of The Blessed with no means of future escape. Can I do that to them? When it comes down it, can I see them banished to the underworld with no way to return? It’s not like I haven’t tried everything I can think of to avoid this. I’m clutching at straws here and this is the only thing I haven’t given a shot.

I break, lashing forward, my teeth snapping as I whip my hand forward, my claws extended, intending to rip him to shreds for the threat against my sister – my Juniper – But it’s enough, and as his hand flies up, snatching my wrist out of the air, I realize that I fell precisely into his trap. Jackson keeps his hold on me, not letting go, even as I fly forward, caught in the God of Darkness’s grasp. Luca likewise grabs me, an arm around my waist, and Jesse’s shadows tighten around the God. Jesse gasps with the strain of it, clearly reaching the limits of his newfound control. “It has been fun, little demigoddess,” the God of Darkness says, drawing my face close to him, “watching you these pas

There was only a terrifying, perfect silence as my hand buried itself to the wrist in the absolute pressure of the abyss. I looked into the dark, swirling water of the entity's core. "You wanted the sky," I whispered, the vacuum stealing the sound from my lips, but the psychic tether transmitting the words with the crushing weight of a god. "Here it is." I didn't release a shockwave. I opened the celestial conduit in my blood and dumped the unadulterated, upward-pulling gravity of the moon directly into the localized center of the deep ocean. The physics inverted instantly. The Hive-Mind, which had spent ten thousand years using its massive, crushing weight to control the deep, suddenly lost

she bowed, "I'm honored to be of help today." The elders murmured their replies. They clearly didn't like her because she was from The Shadow Claw Coven but they were ready to tolerate anything that'd put an end to me. "Hera was banished for abusing her powers, we had no idea she'd try to stay alive by doing something like this." My palms clenched into tight fits. I breathed out through my mouth. "Just get to it!" That was Elder Ayo. She was eager to get the both of us out of there.

My face went white, and even Apollo shouted in alarm. But it was too late. The instant Chloe, a mortal without a shred of divine power, touched the pillar, she shattered the Abyss seal that had held for a hundred years beneath it. Boom! The ground split open, and a three-headed hound engulfed in hellfire burst from the depths. Its crimson eyes locked onto me, the weakest god present, still slumped on the ground, and it lunged with its jaws wide open. I desperately tried to gather my power to fight back, but my weakened body couldn't summon anything.

But instead of helping me, she glared coldly. Then she joined the others. “Banish her!” My heart sank. “You can’t do this!” I cried. But my voice was nothing more than a weak whisper against the roaring chants. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, finally accepting my fate. Suddenly, a familiar scent surrounded me. Warm. Comforting. Clover. She knelt beside me, her voice soft with concern. “Stay calm. I’ll make sure they don’t banish you, okay?” she whispered.

tentatively, she draws her lower lip into her mouth and sucks it thoughtfully. Should I tell him? Surely he would not be angered by the correction. As if in reply to her question, her gaze lowers to the right side of the table where her right hand lies, palm down and slightly curled into a loose fist But the thought of being corrected by a scant could incense anyone in the pack hierarchy, omegas included. Her gaze lowers in finality to the paper and, warily, she crosses over the error before writing over it. “Their appetite is known to be that of wolves—” the priest halts at the centre of the room, the skin of his sunken cheeks drawing taut in . Eleven years as his slave had familiarized her

It was the only way he could be involved in their lives. The thought of the unfairness of the gods had the ends of his ears reddening in anger and his fist tightening on the steering. It was one thing to not have control over your lust that you bed humans, its another to make them suffer for it, vengeful blood or not. Their very births were avoidable, if only the gods actually cared about anyone but themselves. Taking advantage of the war, the elder gods had banished shifters born after the war forever from Olympus, and as if that weren’t traumatic enough, banished from Lortal as well. Only in this despicable establishment could they live without being free hunt for the gods and Lecanther hu

His molten, gold eyes, held a calculating glint. He was handsome, but unfortunately his character wasn't. "You!" She snapped as recognition hit her, she was present the day Ryker was banished by his father. Her fingers instinctively pointed at him. "What in the name of the Moon Goddess are you doing here? You were banished! Not just by the late Lycan King, but also by Kael as your refused to repent!"