Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fanfiction Banished God

Beatrice came forward and asked him in tears and he shut his eyes, clenching his jaw and fist. "I, Alpha Aiden of the Seven Moon Pack, banish Beatrice, the future moon goddess, out of Seven Pack territory. She has seven days to leave." He said and Beatrice slumped, losing consciousness. "I hate you for doing this to me!" Aiden slammed painfully and I grinned.

His cloak was off, and I could see his huge shoulder and back muscles rippling through the material of his shirt. “The Fates…wouldn’t mention him explicitly when I asked, but suggested the path to misery would involve people being false to me. I guess it just all kind of added up in my mind”. I knotted my hands together, trying to look pensive as I stared down at the carpeted floor. My stomach was in knots hoping he would believe me. Bram exhaled then turned to me, gently lifting up my chin to see his face. “You know he is banished for a very good reason?”

“You’re just jealous of our happiness, Lana. That’s all this is.” “Jealous?” I repeated in disbelief. “Asher, I love you! I would never—” “Enough!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the room. “Just leave.” Tears filled my eyes as I choked out, “Fine. I’ll go.” I turned to leave, feeling like my heart was shattering into pieces, but Asher’s next words stopped me dead in my tracks. “I meant leave the pack not leave this room. From today onwards, you’re forever banished from the Greymoon pack Lana.”

If she responds, that means she still knows who we are, but if she doesn’t, then… “You know what doesn’t make any sense?” Zane sits up from my couch and looks at me with a judging expression. “The fact that you sent her a letter that she can’t even see. Why did you even use our ink? You know she’s lost the bond ever since you banished her.” I cringe visibly at the word ‘banish’. I’ve tried my best to forget what I did as I was truly regretting it now, but I guess I can’t escape it.

He held my hand so tightly as if it could disappear any minute. “Aera, I— I want to be honest with you. I didn’t have the intention of claiming you back,” he started, and even though my heart rankled at that, I kept on listening to him. “I was certain that I didn’t need a Luna like you before. My father forced me to reclaim you after I rejected you, but I didn't. I defied his order, I defied the Moon Goddess's order that’s why he punished me by stripping me of my birthrank and sending me to the Land of the Banished. But then... but then...”

And yeah, our kid too. My lips went tight as I fought back that sharp old ache. Funny how pain just sort of hangs out under your skin, even after you think you’ve moved on. But tonight? Hearing this? It’s like the past finally started to shatter, letting something else squeeze in. Maybe something better. Or at least different. He was banished. Stripped of his power. And he was mocked on his own. And Jessica? She’d turned on him the moment things got hard. So much for undying love.

A truth that rewrote everything she thought she knew. Tharion. She whispered it aloud, barely a breath, but the trees seemed to flinch. She couldn't look away from the words scrawled across the page in Morgana's sharp, looping script: "He was once a god. Of hunger. Of longing. Of love made ruin." "We thought we could tame him with devotion. We thought we could bind him with blood. But gods do not bleed like men. They starve. They wait." Seraphina's fingers trembled. Her magic surged beneath her skin wild, frightened, resonating with the same deep ache she felt every time she thought of Dorian's eyes hardening as the council passed her sentence.

She exclaimed, but I rolled my eyes. “I loved Jayven. I have always had an eye for him, but the moongoddess gave us different mates you got to be with Jayven, and I? I was stuck with Jason!” I growled, making Tia clench her fist, and teeth. It was obvious she wanted to kill me, but at the end it the day, I didn't really care. “You're going to receive your punishment! You're banished!” She was breathing hard, and was trying her best to actually make sense of everything that was going on.

It’s hard to tell with so much anger in his face. ‘No…’ I meet his eyes, ‘no I’m not.’ I’m keeping my baby. It’s not what I planned. It’s not the future I imagined for myself. But some part of me believes that maybe the goddess has something in mind. That everything will work out in the end. Even as my heart is breaking. ‘Then there is no place for you in Silver Stream, Ava. You’re banished.’ The word has the effect of daggers through my body. I shout with the pain, clutching my chest. Falling to my knees again.

“The golden cords were a nice touch. The Moon Goddess must be laughing at both of us.” I stepped down one stair, closing the distance just enough. “The Goddess has nothing to do with this. You came into my home, put your hands on my mate, and tore her dress like she was something you could claim. If I had let the beast finish what it started, there wouldn’t be a carriage leaving this morning. There’d be a war.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “She was mine first. You know that. The bond—” “The bond you rejected,” I cut in, voice low. “You threw her away. Banished her. Sent rogues after her. And now you want her back because she glows and smells like power? She’s not a trophy, Darius. She’s not yours