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“How nice of you to join us. I hope you plan to put the prisoners on trial as well?” He rolled his eyes as another man approached us. He was taller, wider than Graves, and a little more muscular than Trent was. He had a stern look on his face then glanced at Amber with interest. “Wow. A pure blood Lycan with abilities that match or rival those of witches. I never thought I’d see it.” Amber glanced at me before turning to our new guest. “I assume you are Percy?” she said, taking a step forward as Percy looked over every inch of her like he was trying to see some signs of her abilities etched into her skin.

She then pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Aria and Landon through. As she gently pulled the door shut behind them, the noise of the outside world disappeared. Right then, Percy's eyes found Aria. When their gazes met, his whole body went rigid. The hand he'd pressed against his forehead froze in midair, and his heart slammed against his ribs like something had hit him square in the chest. The broken, blurry images that had been haunting him for days snapped into focus all at once. The woman standing in front of him was the figure from his visions. She was the one standing beneath the peach tree with those warm but determined eyes.

I watched as he created the bubbles for Kel and Diego and we all jumped into the water and swam for his palace. On the way, I had to ask one important question that has been bugging my mind. " Sorry, but does it mean Percy Jackson is real and is my half-brother?" I'm an absolute fan of him and I've read basically every book there is about him. I didn't think he was real. " Oh, Percy is very real and yes, he's your half brother" That's sooooo cool. Omigosh.

There is a dangerous smirk on his face that only Bronx could manifest, inviting and deadly at the same time. He's intimidating, even as a photograph on paper. He is the modern day personification of the guardians' grandfather, Perses, Titan God of War. Unlike the other guardians, whose human spirits were simply a gift from the Goddess Hecate to our mother, she blessed Bronx's spirit to be strong enough to protect the Mavri Magea.

Yes, the handsome man in the middle was indeed Perseus, Hermes’s half-brother and Zeus son! “Your heart isn’t filled with war and strife. Following Ares must be torture for you. Why then do you do his bidding, brother?” Hermes finally lifted his sunken head to reveal half of his face. His face was as pale as ice sheets, and his eyes dull without any light. There were dead skin tissues all over his face, and his lips were hardened with the dried blood that coated them. He looked like a man with one foot in the grave. Any who would have seen him would have been shocked to find this was his current appearance. For what kind of God looked like this!

Achilles’ expression was one of adoration, a silly smile on his lips. Khalid stood to his left, a little further back. I could see his aura was yellowish, like sand constantly falling around him, and his Daemon was smiling. Khalid's expression was more composed, but his eyes burned with passion and love. I shifted my gaze and found Perseus to Achilles’ right. There was an aura around him, like a shimmering heatwave blurring everything nearby. Helios shone like the sun at sunset. Perseus’ expression was joyful, but I could see the glint of fear in his eyes.

"I honestly doubt it would be as precious as theirs but Fani and I really wanted you to have it." Persephone collected it, her heart beating as she slowly unfolded it, a small choked sound leaving her lips. It was a painting of all four of them. Except in it Persephone had already given birth and had a swaddled baby in her arms while she seated on an armchair in a black dress with her hair packed in a bun and a smile on her face, Leonidas was at her left wearing a white coat and black turtleneck sweater with black pants with his hair gelled backwards, Loukas was at the right wearing a green waistcoat and purple suit while Fani sat on one of the hands of the armchair in a light green gown, ma

From the world’ he said and looked away. ’You’re going to protect me from the world?’ I asked him and looked at the side of his face. His jaw line was piercing, he was just a kid, like me, but he would grow to be Alpha one day. All girls wanted him already, I could only imagine how he would look in a few years. ’I’m gonna protect you from anyone and anything that wishes you harm’ I gulped and nodded my head. ’Do you wish me harm?’ Percy didn't answer my question. He turned his head and locked his gaze on my lips.

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

That one comment was enough to dispel any lingering doubts. Even Percy dismissed the possibility. “Keep looking,” Chris said, clearly intrigued. “See if you can find a clearer image. That figure is unreal. I have to know what she looks like.” However, Percy had lost interest. His thumb absently brushed over the dried bloodstains on the envelope, and even the wine in his glass tasted bitter now. He frowned, tugging at his tie. “You guys have fun. I’ve got things to do,” he said, standing up and leaving.