Percy Jackson Father Novels & Stories

Percy’s sinister presence, standing guard behind the dark throne—and of course, the fear that had consumed her when the eerily looking monarch broke through her spell, like he was present with her in her room… “He even spoke to me, he said ‘I see you’ or something related to that. Can’t really remember the words because I started convulsing immediately afterwards.” Chloe listens intently, her face growing more intense—more serious with each passing moment. When Demika finishes, Chloe takes a deep breath, her mind already working through the implications—leans back, her fingers drumming against the armrest. "Dr. Percy is involved, no doubt about it," Chloe says, her voice low. "But my father.

In fact, he looked like me! “Not Andreadis, he is Felixe Georgiou, my son.” I gaped at Alpha Athos Georgiou for a minute. What the f*ck did he mean? How could I be his son? “I refuse to believe you. I am Alpha Achilles Andreadis’ oldest son and will always remain so. You can never be my father after the way you torched my family home, killing everyone. Not only that, you’ve attacked me and my loved ones at every step. You’re a criminal, not my father. A father can never harm his child the way you have harmed me.”

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand as he clenched his fist. "Me?" Lucifer pretended to turn around and looked everywhere before looking at my father. "A simple fucking deal, only to keep her safe but guess what, The mighty King Perseus was so engrossed in living his pathetic, unimportant...meaningless life that he failed to sense a fucking VAMPIRE IN HIS GODDAMN BALL!" I jumped as Lucifer punched the table between him and my father. "What are you saying?" My father was clueless as he looked at Lucifer. The tension in the room was thickening second by second.

“In your sleep I had images of Pierce as a child flitter through the mate bond, images of him as lad with Reuben and both fathers. Father’s eyes had a shadow even back then…” “No, that’s not possible.” “Read the journals, I want to see if Pierce’s father picked up on it.” She was bossy…remind me why I came off those pills. I do as she says, intrigue rushing through me either from her or myself…but it was more appealing than the anger that must have come from Pierce. I skim through the diaries…trying to find any sign of my father, Odin, being mentioned in the journals. There are mentions of Pierce, a lot of mentions of Pierce…of how proud his father is of him, of how strong he had been since

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

"That kid can't possibly wield that kind of power. It's just not possible!" Walter, listening in, was taken aback. He had not seen that disaster coming for the Jenkins Group. Ring, ring! At that moment, his phone buzzed. It was his father calling, and he quickly picked up. "Dad..." "Where are you right now? Exactly where are you?!" Walter barely got a word out before his father's voice thundered through the receiver. "I'm... I'm out, Dad. What's going on?" Walter's voice shook as he spoke. He could not recall a time when his father had ever been that furious with him.

How rude. "I can give you whatever amount you want if you would let me go." I said. The room was deadly silent before high pitched laughter filled the air. "What a clown! How will you do that?" The huge guy said while laughing. "My father is a millionaire." The stopped laughing, one of the men stood up, taking a good look at my face, "tell me boy, what is your father's name?" "Daniel Jackson." "Holy fuck!" He gasped. "I'm buying this kid 500 bucks or more." He said.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

Zachary’s POV I was an average American man who just wanted to spend his paid leave in a country that was not frequently visited so that when I get back to work, I could whip my workmate’s asses and tell them a story about a country that they have only heard in a Harry Potter movie, where the quiditch players are from Ireland and Bulgaria. While I enjoyed the solace and serendipity of being a solo traveler, I did mot know that it was also in that country that I will find the love of my life and where I will get to experience all the thrill and all the dramas in my life. My father is the Gid Zeus and I am his rightful heir among the many others because he never loved any other woman other tha

I could not afford to be weak, especially not in front of Percival Henderson. When I looked back up at Percy, there was no pity in his eyes, just amusement and I was somewhat grateful because if he had pitied me, I had no idea if I would’ve been able to go on. “So, yeah. I gave my shares, he got the board on his side and they voted my father out. My father got angry and disowned me, now I have nothing and I want revenge.” I managed to finish and all was quiet for about five seconds before Percy started to laugh.