Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Father

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

I shook my head in protest and he cupped my face so softly like he feared that I would break if he didn’t. “No it doesn’t” I said in a whimper. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why is your mind so far away from me”, he asked in a sad tone. I could feel my heart crumble at the acknowledgement of his pain. I cupped his face in return “No, it's not you, it’s just all of this. The gods are our parents and Aiden is the son of Zeus and it’s just too much too fast” A smile crept up his face.

The door slammed behind us with a sound that felt like the closing of a tomb. I spun around and slapped him—hard. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You killed him! You killed my father!” He ran his hand through his hair, his breaths ragged. “He was going to kill me, Percy! He charged at me. I didn’t have a choice!” “You had a thousand choices!” I screamed, backing away from him. “You could’ve walked away. You could’ve surrendered. You could’ve let him throw you out. But instead, you grabbed a sword and murdered him!”

Athena didn’t seem as excited as I was, but I could see the release of all tension on her face and how she briefly closed her eyes and exhaled quietly. "Seriously, Marcus, you claim to be my friend, yet you cannot even defend my daughter," Jennifer's father, King Thor, said to my dad with a menacing look on his face. His eyes were filled with hate and accusation. Sometimes, I don't understand why my parents could not call out this man's bullshit and cut him off from our lives; they treated him like he was God, and it irritated me so much. He and his silly wife kept on trying to gaslight my dad and kept hammering about all the good things they had done for us, yet we repaid them by stabbing t

A tear rolled down my cheek. “But he didn't.” “No.” My father looked toward Jace. “He became obsessed with something else.” Jace's voice was dangerously quiet. “Me.” My father nodded. “Specter had been watching your family for years. He knew your father. He knew your empire. He knew your weaknesses.” He paused. “But he couldn't control you.” Jace's eyes narrowed. “So he used her.” “Yes.” I felt sick. “He wanted me to meet Jace.” My father nodded.

"We'll make sure he has that, Percy. All of us. This baby will have a family, and we'll figure it out together. He won't be alone, and neither will you. Ever." Percy swallowed hard, his voice breaking a little as he spoke. "I just don't know how to do it, Deirk. I never had a dad... not like that. The priests at the orphanage don't count. I don't know what it's supposed to look like, how it's supposed to feel."

Opening my arms, I yanked her ramrod-straight body into my hold, “I understand and you don’t know how much this means to me. I love you.” “I will always love you, Kara,” the usual stern features I knew growing up melted into something somber, something sullen as she used her thumbs to brush away my tears, “but, I must tell you. Your father is truly worried for your safety. He does not hate you. It’s because of his worry that he’s been lying to you. Percy has sent his demands,” Ma thrust a piece of paper with her hasty scrawls into my palms, “Do with this what you must. Just be careful.”

Zeus hadn't even broken a sweat yet. But that sick, twisted man even as his face turned red, and blood seeped from his mouth, he grinned, his teeth stained crimson. The sight sent a chill creeping up my spine. Then Zeus's mouth moved. He said something, and in response, the old man only smiled wider. As much as I wanted that evil incarnate erased from existence, I couldn't afford to have him gone yet. He was the only lead to finding my father. Zeus knew that. He wouldn't do anything rash I know.

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

"Leomund! Have you lost your mind?" I ignored her and swung harder. I swung a total of three times. Suddenly, a slick-haired man rushed over and grabbed my arm tightly, his voice trembling. "Stop! Stop smashing it! Come on, man! Do you know how expensive this car is? If you break it, can you even afford to pay for it?" It was Shanon's influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt. My eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed his collar and growled through clenched teeth, "If anything happens to my daughter, you won't be able to pay for it either."