Romans & histoires Percy Jackson Forgotten Warrior Fanfiction

My tears stopped right then, looking between them hesitantly, "That's not what I want…" "That's enough," Dad spoke with authority as he emerged from a corner, tousling my hair. "Fiona worked blood and sweat to establish the Forest Pack too—there's no reason to bring the wrath down on a frivolous Alpha too. Nothing's more important than for Fiona to be happy and to rebound." And with those words, my brothers' wrath was pacified. - After dinner, I was prepared to get some much deserved rest when my phone rang. I was surprised to find that it was from Diana, who asked, "Are you out on a trip with Duke? Your mailbox is piling—should I collect it for you too?"

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

Somewhere in my subconscious, my mind warned me that I would regret this move I was making, but I really did not care. For a few seconds, my mind flashed to Percy. I did not understand why I was thinking about him now, but I felt his name whispered in my heart like a soft melody, and the force of it was enough to stop my hunger -- for just a few seconds. Percy would be disappointed if he were to see me now -- Percy would . . . . . Percy was my enemy. I needed to remember that. He was the male -- the Alpha who planned to kill my father. Who hated Vampires, who dispised me for who I was. I did not care about Percy. I needed to not care about Percy.

"I'm not certain. I hate this. I choose it anyway. Because the alternatives are worse. Because I refuse to die now. Refuse to forget them myself. Refuse to become the Absolute. This. This torture. This daily heartbreak. This endless starting over. It's the only way. So I choose it. Make it happen. Send me back. Make them forget. Give me immunity. Let me suffer. Let me win. Let me be Aurora. Loving unloved. Knowing unknown. Choosing unchosen. Forever." "Then it's done." The Forgotten One touches me. Power floods through nothing. Through forgotten. Through Aurora. "Return to life. Return to love. Return to suffering. They'll forget you at midnight. Every midnight. Every day ends with them forg

she finally interjected, slamming her register shut and waving her pen at me from a distance, earning a disapproving glance from Percy. "I heard you, and let me tell you, I don't give a damn," she hissed, her eyes piercing through me. "What? How can you not care? You're a girl too, just like me," I persisted, trying to reason with her. "Huh! We're not the same. You're from the group that remained strong while everyone else suffered during those chaotic times. You've got some nerve calling me out for not wanting to help you," she retorted angrily, tossing the pen in my direction. Percy swiftly intervened, catching it before it could hit me.

Lyra couldn't shake the haunting dream. The image of Nyxterra and Elias lingered in her mind, replaying the encounter in the shadowed twilight and the soft warning in Elias’s eyes. His words echoed repeatedly: You’ve forgotten, but you’ll remember soon. It wasn’t merely a dream—it felt like a deeper truth buried within her. The boundary between memory and reality seemed increasingly fragile, threatening to snap at any moment.

Maria descended to mid air and she looked at Helen. Helen had a face of plea as she begged on behalf of Pete. "Please…" Pete sleekly used this as a moment to escape as he suddenly teleported away. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown He flashed back to one clip, which was when he first read the note left for him by his mother, although manipulated by Hilda as told by nightmare. As he tried to continue his memory flash, the thing that came up in his mind was a quick and haste flash of something else that he saw when he slept before Nightmare decided to haunt him.

"Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it." Understanding the urgency and my rising panic at seeing it, Dane grabbed hold of me as the environment shifted dramatically. He replaced the terrifying imagery with a memory plucked from Percy's mind. We were suddenly in the middle of a vibrant scene at the orphanage where Percy had lived, surrounded by a group of children laughing and playing. Here, Percy was a caretaker, a protector, immersed in a moment that brought him genuine joy and fulfillment instead of pain. This swift change in the dreamscape was Dane's way of recalibrating Percy's subconscious, steering him away from the trauma.

"Vera is gone. I removed her from the clan." He looked down at the table. "She was selling information to clans on the border. She adjusted the treaties you negotiated. She had been planning it from the start, I think." I did not say anything. "I should have seen it," he said. "I should have seen it the first time she asked for something that did not make sense. I should have seen it when she started taking over your work. I should have seen it when you—" He stopped. "Go on." "I was wrong, so I came to ask you to come back. To Ashford. To the clan. To—" He stopped himself. "To everything that was yours."

My mind was dragging me even further back to when he shoved me, impatient that I wasn’t leaving fast enough. The memory hit so hard my stomach twisted. Adrian started walking. I followed because he was pulling me along, but my legs felt disconnected from the rest of me. My pulse thundered in my ears. The corridor blurred. He didn’t notice, or maybe he did and just didn’t care. I couldn’t stop shaking. Every step felt like a countdown. I waited for the anger. For the shove. For the cold look that said I wasn’t wanted. My chest tightened until I couldn’t draw a full breath. Tears burned behind my eyes. The past and the present tangled together until I couldn’t tell which one I was standing in.