Percy Jackson X Apollo Novels & Stories

Apollo was mad for about two weeks but I threatened him making him apologize to Zeus and Phoebe. She's about five months pregnant with triplets two girls and one boy same as Penelope, Phoebe, and Perseus. I'm happy that things finally worked out for the two of them. I smile as I rub my stomach. Everything works out in the end. Closing my eye I drifted off to sleep. Apollo's pov "Something seems off," I told the guys as we walk into my office. "That would be Sam with her fries and chocolate sauce," Adonis says shivering.

By his side was exactly where she belonged. As soon as he felt all of her, he felt ALL of her. They were connected more than physically. He felt his demon intertwine with hers and his body was burning. This was their power. He pulled his eyes away from her body long enough to see the birds falling from the sky. It was storming. The sky could actually be falling. Imagine what they could do when they were actually trying. “Ally.” He tapped her thigh. She turned her head to look outside, but didn’t stop. The site seemed to have lite something inside of her.

Ares laughed, looking at the enormous male staring at the shit show, open-mouthed. "Maybe he isn't such a pussy after all", I acknowledged coming to stand beside my Father; my green eyes settled on the back of Jason's head, smirking at Ares, who was mumbling something in the back of my head about how many blows it would take to cave that thick skull of his in. "Now, now Alpha, perhaps you should listen to your son and step away from my Father; it would be a shame to start something you can't finish… again!" I warned Maxwell, standing casually beside my Father, looking at the circle of testosterone and bulging muscles.

It didn’t make what we had anything more than a pretty lie. “Haile,” said my dad warmly, gesturing for me to sit. I smiled at him, saw our secret burning in his eyes, and took a seat as everyone in the meeting room turned their gazes to Ares. “And our Young Luna’s mate,” Dad added, “the Alpha of the Winterpaw Warrior Pack, Ares.” “Good morning.” Ares’s voice was smooth and rich – entirely at odds with the rough rasp it had been outside. Had he been nervous?