Percy Son Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.

He ran to where Chaz's bed was and grabbed the syringe that the nurse was holding before he punched him with all the force that he had, making the nurse stumble backwards and pass out on the ground. The alpha turned to where his son and his student were and spoke. "He's a pagan."

So now, they have two bastards to fight. “And how did you convince him? What was the offer?” Ashina asked with a raise of her brows. Frank looked at them hesitatingly before speaking. “Some deal to relive his deceased mother through magic.” “Fuck!” Aztec cursed at their wicked offers and minds. But Lyceon nodded at Frank and turned to his beta and sister. “Get ready, We are striking tomorrow itself.” He announced, making them stunned. No way in hell, He would let more evils be born on this earth. He would kill them all.

Percy explained for me, and dad stopped immediately looking at both of us with the deepest sadness and sympathy. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I was just curious about your power and yourself. I didn't mean to remind you of something terrible." He sounded so remorseful as he spoke. "It's fine. I understand." Percy tried to make dad feel better. "I'm a seer. I've been generously modified to be able to camouflage myself and other items. Zerena and I have also been given a healing ability that practically makes us immortal." Percy let dad know. He wanted to let dad know that he was strong and worthy.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

If he irritated this young man, he would really kill his son. He only had one son. How could he count on the succession of the Emperor? How could he bear to let his son die? "Alright, I'll take back the ghosts! Consider yourself lucky!" Kong Cheng gnashed his teeth and said to Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian snorted coldly and said, "Even if you release the ghosts, it won't be of much use, will it? Because it's daytime now, and the little ghosts you raise don't dare to come out!"

I need to know so I can stop feeling like I am losing my mind. “Sweetheart, you are for the kingdom of ‘Pega’ you are a Pegra or also known as a Pegasus, there a special bloodline like yours who can shape shift. Long ago, the gods used some of the in battle, others were merely chosen as the royal horse of the gods like Zeus, and others. Those who were used in battle where a special bloodline as trained warriors which belonged to Ares.” My supposed father stood up, and I noticed my adoptive parents and everyone else in the room except for Shaemus bowed to him.

Carysse’s ears perked at that. “You are?” Chaos drew in a breath and slowly released it as if preparing to reveal himself–the one thing that he couldn’t do that day, as he claims. “You are the first to hear this after how many years that I didn’t dare tell it to anybody ever since Mahan took everything away.” His eyes never left Carysse. “I am Chaos Vahamor, the only son of the reigning king. And Prince Saizen Lifir is my cousin.”

said a voice she knew too well. Alicia stood and watched the astral projection of her father enter the room. He wore the red and gold robes of chaos, beneath his cowl only the red of his eyes could be seen. He paced slowly in front of her, each second that passed made her anxious. Was he here to judge her? To laugh in her face and tell her that she had already lost? Or was he here because she was the heir apparent to the throne of chaos and he needed a proper successor. At least that's what he told her the day the war began, that only she could take his place as the demigoddess of chaos. Although the Collective would never allow such a thing to come to pass. The Gods wanted her dead for kill

“At least they don’t see it that way. But it is rumored that he does. And one day he will bring his sons to restore it.” “That sounds impossible.” “Depends on how many sons he has.” “How many?” I was awash with curiosity. Despite all my disbelief. “I’ve heard whispers that there is a half-mage-” “Like Magus?” “Yes, but he was born of Fury and one of the strongest mages to ever live.” “Ooh.” I was eager for him to tell me more. “There’s one to the North who lurks in poor villages, Chaos. A creature of his name.”