Percy Jackson Father Novels & Stories

"So, you are the murderer's secretary? How dare you come here and talk about papa? Isn't it enough that your boss killed him in the most gruesome way!" Zoey was so taken aback. Now, she fully understood why the bloody hell Hermes Chevalier told her that Dionysus' parents never became a proper model for him and how his parents affected his way of thinking about the real concept of love. "Dionysus didn't kill Mr. Hermes, madame. He wouldn't do that because your son loved him so much. He loved his grandfather more than anything else. And, he is your son. You shouldn't be talking like that about him."

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

Percy declared, "Aria doesn't need to worry about this. No one in this group chat cares about Dad except Fergus." Seeing the conversation take this turn, Fergus responded, "Percy, he's still our father. Let's not jump to conclusions without solid evidence. Mom will be upset if she finds out we suspect Dad." Percy took off his glasses, a glint of malice in his eyes. "If Dad really did something to hurt Mom and Aria for his own benefit, he doesn't deserve to be our father."

His concern etched across his face, he asked how I was doing, unaware of the plan that was about to unfold. "Oh, Hektor! It's awful," I started, my voice heavy with sorrow and fear. "I had a dream about your father, Bruce, and he was boiling with rage towards me." I clung tightly to Hektor, my arms conveying the weight of my distress. "Bruce was furious with us. He blamed me for letting him down, accusing you of not seeking justice for his sudden death at the hands of the Ackermans. Tell me, my son, have you truly forgotten the pain of losing your father?"

Ephialtes walked before the lad and held his head up. "Wow!" Ephialtes gasped before spawning a handkerchief from 'nothing' to wipe off the sweat of Pete which made it on his skin. "You had an abusive father, which you killed." "This is still far from what I need." Ephialtes added before he expressed his face to a curious look. "How did you-- --find them" Pete gnashed his teeth as he glared harshly at Ephialtes. The god had no remorse rather, he walked towards Pete and fixed his hands in his forehead to discover the rest of his past.

“Anyways. He led me here and we just . . . talked for a while. He told me all about the Decree of Humanity and what had led up to that decision and how he had struck this temple with lightning as a pledge of his after the decree. He even told me that he had been watching me and everything that had happened.” “But,” Eliza started in confusion, “why would he do that?” James chortled nervously. “Apparently . . . I’m his son.” He had spoken the last words as quickly as possible. She blinked blankly at him. “excuse me?” “Zeus is uh . . . my father.” “Wow,” Eliza said as if trying out the word. “Wow is right,” agreed James. “So you’re like Heracles and Perseus and all that?”

So this storm is welcome. Hades, Hermes, Ares, and I are in my office trying to figure out this mystery god and dark fae shit. I think we have figured out the timeline, and we have all come to a conclusion. It is impossible for Baylee’s father to be the son of Hades, Poseidon, Hephaestus, Hera, Hermes, Athena, Persephone, or me. That leaves Ares, Dionysus, Demeter, and Apollo. Aphrodite was not even included in our list since she has been unable to bear children since giving birth to the triplets. I know they still feel bad about that, but it is not their fault.

"And quit using Wendy's first-name. She is your elder—I will be marrying her next month." "What?!" Dylan cried on top of his lungs. "I won't allow it!" John glowered. "Do you think you can tell me what to do?" Meanwhile, Levi had prepared the car, while John strode out with me in his arms. I felt glee even as I turned to look at Dylan's crestfallen state before we left. In my past life, I had thought of John as my father, and it was only after he died in an accident that I found out he had feelings for me from the start, as I bore a striking resemblance with an old flame of his.

His voice cracked, but before the heaviness could settle, the crunch of tires on gravel made us both glance toward the driveway. A sleek black car slid in behind the cab. It wasn’t Dad’s. And suddenly, my pulse did a little jump I wasn’t ready for. The driver’s door opened. And out stepped the man I hadn’t let myself think about for years. Marcus Hale. My father’s best friend.

His face radiates power and intimidation. "You realise the consequences of summoning me Son."He speaks in a deep voice which is enough to send tremors in the bravest heart. "Forgive me father for this act of disrespect but we need your help in a sacred motive."Hercules kneels down with bowed head in front of him. So my guess was right.The old man is the father of Hercules. "You want us to help these vile creatures who brought us a great sorrow."The old man roars.The earth shakes by the intensity of his voice .