Percy Jackson Father Novels & Stories

About how they'd met at a neutral territory gathering, how he'd courted her despite the laws against it, how they'd run away together and lived in hiding for years. "He had your eyes," she said one afternoon, her voice wistful. And your stubbornness. Goddess, he was stubborn. Once he made up his mind about something, there was no changing it." "What was his name?" I asked. It felt strange, not knowing something so basic about my own father. "Aldric," Perla said softly. "Aldric of the Lycan line. He was brilliant and brave and absolutely terrible at cooking. I once watched him burn water."

My father said, No way. No fucking way. Was his death fake? Is anything real anymore? "Where will I get an army? She will control everything and she is completely heartless." Xander replied. "I don't care how long it takes you. Use everything I taught you and when the time is right you will know where to find me." My father replied. "What about our mother?" Xander asked and I held my breath. "I will have her hunted until she is dead. I'll hunt her until my last dying breath." My father said with so much venom I took a step back. My younger self ran off and I looked to Alley and Pythia. Both my parents are still alive somewhere and my mother hasn't resurfaced because my father or whoever has

"Now how he got in I don't know but Vasileios and Evander are already looking at the surveillance video and if I find out one of you are a traitor I will punish you myself!" I look at their reactions and saw one of the security guards looking down. I show Zeus the man and he nods. "Now I want all of you to start looking for this man," I say showing them a picture of my father. "He goes by the name Hector Pappas he is my biological father I want him alive," I say as my office door opens and my father walks in. "When you find him bring him to me," my father says sitting down. "Your dismissed," I told my men.

she asked. “How do you feel about your father's death?” he asked her. “Well I miss him, I miss him a lot. I know he wasn't good, he did a lot of evil things which I can't justify but he was a good father to me. Like the saying in the Percy Jackson's books, ‘my father is the worst man on earth and I am his favorite daughter” she replied. “Do you hate Camilla for killing him?” he asked her.

That was surprising. Troy let out another trail of fire. "My father is a dragon by the name of Abernathy, not that he's ever given a crap about me." Whoa. I knew of Abernathy. Of course. My mom had only good things to say about him, though she mentioned he tended to keep to himself and stay out of magical affairs - unless absolutely necessary. "Oh," was all I said.

“I figured as much. It’s been obvious for a while, hasn’t it?” I sink deeper into the chair, the leather creaking beneath me, but it doesn’t comfort. My hands rest heavily on the armrests, fingers twitching with frustration. I look at Adrian, trying to steady my voice before I say what’s been burning inside me. “It’s Zeus,” I repeat, slower this time, almost like saying it aloud gives it power. “He’s the one who told Father about Iris.” Adrian blinks, clearly surprised. “How can you be so sure?” His cocky demeanor falters, replaced by genuine curiosity.

God, Ares. My son, he has just lost the most amazing father. He won’t get to know Percy the way I did. He won’t get to see the brilliant man that he was. I didn’t think my heart could hurt this much. I thought I knew pain, but I was wrong. God, was I wrong. This pain is unbearable, unlike any experiment I had ever been through. “Don’t leave me, Percy.” I whispered as I carried him towards me with my shadows. I traveled us out of the room, as if that could traumatize the children any less.

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

Percy finally turned off the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the weight of his words. “He was arrogant,” Percy said, his gaze distant now, pulled backward into memory. “The man who killed my father. He thought the world owed him something. Thought pain gave him the right to inflict more of it.” Percy’s jaw clenched. “My father tried to help him anyway.” The bitterness in his voice was strong. “He begged him to stay calm. Told him they could find another way. He never raised his voice. Never treated him like the monster that he was.”

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."