Percy Jackson Father Novels & Stories

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

I couldn't be as composed as him. "Iris." His voice was quiet. His eyes were steady on mine. "Calm down." "I'm trying to." My voice cracked. "Iris, breathe." I breathed. Chloe's footsteps crossed the marble entrance, her voice moving through the house. "Dad? Hello?" The patio door slid open. Chloe stepped out. Her eyes went to her father first, towel around his waist, shirt in hand, hair wet, then to me, soaking, no shoes, hair dripping, standing three feet from the pool edge like I'd just climbed out of it.

He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!" That night, my father bombarded me with questions about my mother. I answered every one of them in detail, even providing more information than he asked for. To be sure, his personal doctor was called in to conduct a paternity test. The results threw the entire household into chaos. Susan, who had been sleeping soundly, was yanked out of bed by my father's men. When my father saw her, his face contorted with disgust. "Who are you?" Still groggy, Susan looked at me with confusion, clearly not grasping what was happening.

The man raised his brows, "You don't know? Oh well, I guess. Young lady, you don't have to know. All you have to know is that it has something to do with your father, Harrison Ambroise." "My father? He's just a rich businessman," I argued with the man, who shook his head and looked disappointed. "You really do not know anything about him, huh? Well, just by judging your face. You really do know nothing," The man laughed and continued, "Harrison sure hid it well." Who us? I don't understand what they want from me. But I won't forgive them if they were to hurt my family. I need to find a way out. Then call the police after.

I explained, furrowing my brow as it still confused me. Persephone apparently must have understood as she laughed softly. Her husband seemed to understand as well and sighed, shaking his head. I’m still at a loss. Their amusement only seemed to solidify that Dio was fucking with me. I was making a mental note to smack him in the head when I saw him again when Persephone stopped laughing long enough to explain the meaning. “My father has been a beekeeper for centuries, even in the olden days before Olympus was built. He continues that to this day. He sells his honey but also uses the honey to make mead, baked goods, and candies.” Persephone explained.

Percy--" "I know what you're going to say. I am Marcus' father. We've established that. But what about him? Would he be hurt by the truth? Would he want to know Cadmus? What would he think? I know it's selfish. . . But I really want Marcus to prefer me more than him. I want Marcus to seek me first when he needs a father." Percival couldn't look at me. I knew it wasn't easy for him to admit that, but he did so anyway.

When she had heard he had returned, all her hopes had been that he had come to rest for a while but he liked to keep himself busy. "Have you-" Persephone wiped her blueberry stained fingers on her armor. "Heard from Father?" Cleon's ever smiling face showed a little crack of tiredness there but before she could question it, it had gone away. "No. Not that I expected him to say anything." Persephone knew he was not lying. "I feel terrible that you left because of me." "Oh no," Cleon chuckled again. "It would not be because of you, it was just- Well, I would say that your Father was never really a happy man Persephone, and even I could never make him completely happy."

Regrettably, Ophelia's son has yet to be found, and if discovered, he would be killed. "Why would they want to kill him?" I'd asked, confusion filling my voice. "He is the reincarnation of Mavros, the god of destruction." was father's response. The title 'god of destruction' seemed fitting for the man with dark hair, but I doubted he was the actual deity. However, the blue-eyed man did mention something about consequences, and now my father spoke of related matters. "Father, does the god of destruction appear on the day of the blood moon?" I'd inquired.