Percy Jackson Son Of Hades 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 12: New Tricks Ryder The son of Poseidon. Does he mean the God Poseidon? “Are you saying you are the half-blood son of the God who talks to fish?” Yes, I had to put it that way. I think it’s safe to say, the Gods don’t seem to favor me at the moment. Why should I show them any respect? “Well, yeah. But he can also do other things. So can I. Watch this...”

He turned back, saw my deadpan stare, and dropped the smile. "Ianthe, I'm glad you're being so reasonable. As for your marriage... I have a plan." He walked to the window. "Perseus, the eldest son of Poseidon, has always liked you. Lucian, Apollo's heir, has also shown interest. They are both high-ranking, especially Lucian—" "I'm marrying the heir of Hades." My father froze. "What?" "Orion. The eldest son of Hades. I'm going to marry him."

“It’s okay. I think I know where he is, but Eliza?” “Yeah?” she said, her eyes searching pleadingly. “James will need your support through all of this. He will most likely take these . . . occurrences harder than the rest of us.” The question on her face urged him to continue. “Due to his deep studies of The Archives, I’m certain that he has stumbled across more than one reference in regard to the eldest son of Zeus and their responsibilities. You see,” Blakeney pressed on, “as the only living son of Zeus, regardless of age, James is responsible for each of the descendants of the gods.”

Going through that hell in Atlantis had made my little boy grow up too fast. On our very first night on Olympus, he held my hand and whispered: "Mommy, it’s my turn to protect you from now on." Learning that I was the daughter of Zeus didn't shock him too much. As I trained under my father to awaken my godly bloodline and master my divine powers, Astro sat quietly by my side, unlocking his own terrifyingly brilliant divine potential. Zeus gazed at his grandson, stroking his hair with deep pride as he told me:

He asked how I could be so cruel as to leave the future Alpha of the pack without a father. He swore to the Moon Goddess that it was nothing more than an Alpha’s duty to protect the weaker members of the pack. Seeing Leo’s face, pale with fear, I practically bit my tongue in half. I knew if I dragged my son away from him, Leo would never forget his father. But I also knew that one betrayal leads to a thousand more. I wouldn’t let my son suffer for what he called "protection." So I chose another way. I tricked Bruce into signing the dissolution papers.

[Hyacinth] The room is filled with the sound of chanting. Nobody has noticed Slate and me yet, which is good. We don't want them to see us. We need to save our people. If we are lucky, we can make quick work of this and save our pack. And our son, who is at the center of it all. He is the source of their spell. I can see the energy being drawn from him like the witches are drinking his soul. Slate squeezes my hand and through our link shows me an image of what we must do. The me from before all of this would have hesitated, but now I know that hesitation will just lead to more heartbreak and pain for everyone.

my father explained, but those words left my ear. “Then that means Hannah knew about it….” I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see his face. I did not hear a single word from my father. It seems like he doesn’t know what to tell me. But it’s my fault for crossing the line. Every time someone mentions Hannah. My father freezes as if he was blaming himself deep inside him. I felt guilty about it, but at the same time, I didn’t want to take it back. “Since other mafia groups are now informed about your appearance. They will come and get you. Which is why you will be living in this place starting today,” declared my father. “And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.”

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

Their silver armour emitted a faint glow of their own and with it the light reflecting off the polished surfaces mades it hard to see past just bright orbs atop beautiful stallions. "They are descendants of Pegasus, the divine horse." Hades is bound to inform as I drool over the winged beauties. "He is Poseidon' son isn't he?" I ask trusting my memory of how Pegasus was the offspring of the Olympian god Poseidon and Medusa, the scary lady having live snakes for hair. I shudder and almost don't notice Hades nod in approval.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.