Percy Jackson Fanfiction Chaos Angel Novels & Stories

Chaos said rather calmly as she and her family found themselves seats to settle on “I’m so glad you are doing well my dear” Felecia said with a soft smile on her face “Are you sure? Because I find that very hard to believe” Kiara said icily “Why would you say that Kiara?” Alpha River snapped “Because all of you here are fucking hypocrites and liars” Chaos retorted “Baby…” Alpha River started to say “Don’t you fucking call me that again you filthy coward. Your baby is the bitch seating beside your mother”

A vague look appeared inside Zeus eyes, he cleared his throat and coughed sternly, wishing for his little Luna to pay attention to what was currently happening, but sadly though, Angelo who simply became strange that could not become any stranger, didn’t get affected by that stern cough but instead, smile it off and continued to smell Zeus scent, Zeus coughed a few more times that Angelo whose head was lowered and was focused on smelling Zeus scent that was coming out from Zeus neck finally was willing to raise his head, not because of Zeus cough that instead of sounding as a reprimand but a gentle notice to him but because of the attractive scent that floated on the air, the aggressive pher

she protested. “Well your ass busting capabilities were turned off months ago and here we all are, just fine so unless you have something real to say, I’m ready to vote,” Angel said, taking a sip of her tea. Hmm, maybe she’s a promising little witch afterall. Much more of a spine than Fiona ever showed at any rate. Fiona began chanting in Latin and I glanced to warlock Ben and his daughter. They both looked bored so I assumed her chant wasn’t much of a threat.

“It’s delicious watching you lie to yourself—pretending there’s still strength left in you, when deep down, you’re already broken. And the worst part? You shattered over a performance so pathetic it didn’t fool a single soul.” “Shut up!” Antonella screamed, her voice raw and frayed from agony. Her chest heaved in spasms, tears of rage shimmering in her eyes as she tried once more to rise, driven only by the hatred that was all she had left. “You know nothing about me!” “Oh, but I do,” Seraphina replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I know your pain entertains me. Your fury feeds me. And no matter how loud you scream, you’ll always stay right where you belong—beneath me.”

Tangled. Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon. The room was spinning. Angel couldn't move. The stranger was still inside him. Still hard. Then— The fucking incubus started to move again. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked. ‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave. Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust. “You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?”

CASSANDRA’S POV I couldn’t feel my face. Actually, I couldn’t feel anything except humiliation pulsing through my blood like a fever. Out of all the things in this world, I had just been chased by a cat. Not a tiger. Not a dog, A fluffy white cat named Angel...who apparently had the heart of a demon and the claws of a vengeful ex-wife. It was so embarrassing I wanted to bury myself alive if that wasn't bad enough And the worst part? I was currently underneath a very naked Alaric. I didn't know how to describe the situation aside from awkward and crazy. My brain short-circuited for a second while I cursed myself for wearing a dress.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

Instead, Finn's face appeared right in front of hers. “What are you doing, Angel.” “Fuck off,” Angel pushed Finn’s face away from her. She snorted, trying to hide her blush from her nosy best friend. “Your face is so red. What were you thinking? You look like a horny virgin.” “Shut your damn mouth, Finn. Get away from me," Angel pushed Finn's face away from her and shifted her body to the right. She still hadn't recovered from her fantasy of dancing with her boss. That damn Finn had ruined her imagination.

Eighty-Four: New Direction Chris This last week has been stressful. Since we found Penthesilea and Phlegyas dead, and it seemed as if the werebears had magically disappeared from existence, it has been very frustrating. We all thought we were so close to finishing this shit; then, we were thrown a huge curveball. Someone basically threw up their middle finger, giving us a huge FUCK YOU. I knew that Uncle Zeus was right when he said it was probably an angel or demon behind all this. I am sitting here in the rain, trying to replay the last 2500 years to figure out who it could be. Most, if not all, of the angels and demons, are scared of my sisters. So none of this makes any sense in my