Romans & histoires Percy Weasley Centric Ao3

It was as if he were telling Aria he would listen no matter how impossible it might sound. Aria saw the walls finally come down, and the ache in her chest cut even deeper. She shifted in her seat and let her voice go gentler. But she kept every word clear and sure, carrying warmth that felt like it had traveled across a thousand years. She began to tell him the story that reincarnation had buried. "Percy, in your past life, you were the fourth apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect." The words hit him, and his heart lurched hard, as if a key had just slid into a lock hidden somewhere inside his soul and turned. The fragmented visions that had been trickling through his mind erupted all at once,

' I texted. 'What about August, Blaze, Kronos & Rumelia?' 'They don't seem to care about wealth and status' 'I know u would talk to them' 'Just that' 'Not as close as Sherry or Kuroyuki' 'A sticker of a rabbit in shock.' Persia quickly replied. 'I see' 'No wonder my charm didn't work on u' 'I'M NOT GAY' I texted before she could continue. 'I 100% HAVE A NORMAL SEX PREFERENCE'

She asked. Cara burst into tears and fell to the ground spitting out blood. "Everyone hates me," She said and collapsed on the ground. As she blacked out, a lone tear escaped her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~ Percy growled as he shifted into his wolf, a black wolf standing tall at 5'11. He ran into the woods with Kamil watching him close. Percy's wolf howled as he ran freely without thinking about everything that was happening in his life. He knew that the girl they had engaged her to wanted to be queen so bad that she didn't refuse his offer when he advised her against the marriage.

Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash. His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed. He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him like a tide of crimson. He sees

He said, looking deep into my eyes. Percy was not as devoted to finding his mate as Liam. He didn’t push the girls away, but he wasn’t as bad as Auggie either. I think he’s going on his 5th girlfriend now since last school year. He was pretty handsome with his black tousled hair and large eyes. He had high cheekbones and a decent jaw line with a rounded chin. I could never look at Percy any other way than as an annoying brother though.

“He believed that if you knew, you would blame yourself or return to him because you felt guilty.” I gripped the edge of the table. “That is not his decision to make.” “I agree,” Dr. Virel said. “But Percy is not thinking only as a man in love. He is thinking like an ancient werewolf oath-bearer.” I looked at him in confusion. “What does that mean?”

Percy gave me a thumbs up and I nodded in response. An intense wave from the spell fell over me. It called to be filled again. Percy caught that scent and his eyes became an even deeper purple. He turned me around lifting my hips off the bed. He quickly inserted himself in me from behind. His arm was wrapped around my hips, holding them firmly in the air. It only took a few minutes until I felt Percy shoot into me again. When he did the wave died down and we were both able to rest. I really hope this ends soon. I can't take it anymore.

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.

Damon yelled again, his breath fanned over her head that made Cent scrunched her face with annoyance. Cent kicked his leg with all her might. “Hey, shut it!” Upon realizing that he was talking to someone else like a lunatic, Cent clicked her tongue as she glared openly at him – which he also met with equal fervent. Cent continued, “Are you going loco, huh? Stop yelling and accept that you’re dying with me.” Damon was about to retort when the small wisp of azure aura turned bigger and brighter, crawling around the glowing hexagon.

"Keep it. You’ll need the money more—for that unborn child of yours." Percy frowned. “The baby’s already gone. I never planned on having a child with anyone else.” He looked at Stellar with what he probably thought was tenderness. “The only person I ever wanted to have a child with… is you.” The moment the words left his mouth, both Stellar and Stephen were hit with a wave of pure disgust. Stellar stared at him in disbelief before snapping, “Are you out of your mind, Percy? If something’s wrong with your brain, go see a psychiatrist. Don’t come here acting like a lunatic.”