Novel & Cerita Percy Son Of Chaos

The young guy, Percy, cried. Percy was wailing when his mother arrived. "Adrian!" Katarina Jade Mattheios, his mother, called him while in tears. When Percy heard the voice of his mother, he immediately pushed his bodyguards and ran toward her. "Mom! Please, wake him up! He can't die! Mom!" Katarina burst out in tears after hearing his son cry and almost beg. "W-We cannot take him back anymore . . . W-We can't, A-Adrian."

I gasp. There is only one bloodline I know of that exhibits that hair color. Of all people, it has to be the son of the Lycan King, Prince Alaric Graymore! Instinctively, I bow my head, not daring to look into his eyes in case he deemed it disrespectful. For someone like me, I am nothing but a measly worm he could crush easily in a blink of an eye if he wanted to. He is ruthless, cold-blooded, and shows no mercy to anyone who dares cross his path.

She would not be his mother, but they had been close before, and I was sure they would be able to mend their relationship if Percival would stop this nonsense. I sighed, “Percival, this is not how an alpha heir should behave.” Percival seemed to be having a tantrum. He is six, not a little pup like his sister. I expect more of him. “Grandma said you will make another baby, and I won’t even be the next alpha!” My son had never raised his voice at me or behaved so wilfully. Angry tears streamed down his face as he kept his eyes locked on mine. He was challenging me, and I would not tolerate such behaviour from my pup.

Zaric replied to Zeus angrily. It angered Zaric more when he remembered what that man did to Zaric's children. He turned Zaric's son into a snake and he left his daughter to die along with all the people who were actually loyal to Alpha Charlie. "You bastard! You fucking pest. You dared to harm my children. Tell me where my son is, Phantom. Or I will crush you like a little pest you are." Zaric growled at Commander angrily.

Abyss couldn't speak back, she had no mouth. "I know it sounds shameless to ask… But I want you to go meet my son," sighed the entity. A son? What was this woman talking about? "You see… it was a boy in your world, named Chaos… I can see that you're connected to him now, your soul has been mutated by his miasma…" The boy? The boy from earth? The Chaos Child? "Don't worry… I will make sure to give you a little help… Even as chained as I am, I still need to act responsibly… I regret what has happened to him but… there was no choice…" sighed the woman, she seemed to be about to cry.

Chaos reported, looking into his father's darkened eyes. “You consider yourself unfairly punished. You asked the Queen to spare us – your sons – at least. You beat out a few posts in Imbra for promotion, but you don’t care about the rest. Like the aristocrats from the south, outcasts like Forky disgust you. No one cares about their death, even so gruesome.” The tips of his fingers and the membranes between them tingled. Chaos remembered the emptiness in the place of the pearl in the dead body, but now he felt it in his own chest, as if it was not Forky who had lost the centre of magic, but he.

Like Atlas, Percy helped with his father’s punishments, enjoying the brutality his siblings suffered. The last son was Timmy, his love and passion rising above the family curse. He was the innocent son, the one who gained the brunt of his father’s punishments. He gained his father’s ability’s and Hades’ ability to manipulate and change a person’s thoughts, though barely used them as the hatred never took hold. Timmy was a brave and noble prince who helped the wounded, attempting to aid anyone, whenever he could. He was the prince that the people adored and cherished more than the others, the one they admired. Timmy would throw his own neck on the line for his family, often using it in practi

"Yeah, anyway, on the planet where I was raised, there was this particular legend, that when the universal empire of the originals fell and they were wiped from the cosmos, they had a secret plan to bring themselves back, they left these heirs among the lower races, granting them the power to command origins." "Okay," Nya nodded. So there were also legends about the Regis? "Well, there’s strong evidence that these 'heirs' actually exist, and that they possess capabilities beyond adepts and phantasms," Terror explained, “and a whole cabal of them control Hyperion from the shadows,” "Are you getting to anything resembling point soon?" Nya asked impatiently "Suppose you were a handsome, dashing

"And while he is Lord Ares, he will not see the error in his way and bring my House to ruin." "Oh no... that poor child when she learns," she said softly. "Well, she will have Lord Hades and Lady Persephone to raise her and help her through it." I sighed, which was the one good part. Chara will be raised in love, the daughter of Hades and Persephone and, therefore, the granddaughter of The Zeus. She will be much better off as part of Dio's family than Eugenius'. I know they'll treat the baby well and as their own.

Of all the reasons he imagined for his father’s absence, betrayal had never crossed his mind. But Josh didn’t know the man had no memories of him, no sense of who he was. So how was he supposed to judge if this was true? Had his father really turned against his own family? Or was there more to the story? Lilith smirked, enjoying having the upper hand. “A few years ago, your father decided he didn’t want to live under Giovanni De La Cruz’s rule anymore. He wanted power of his own. So he made a move.” Josh asked,“What move?”