Percy X Apollo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

APOLLO woke up and stretch his self. His eyes darted to the particular place where he recognize two figures sitting on the bench with grocery bags. He brushed his teeth and went outside to help, but he rushed when he saw persephone was unconscious. "What happen to her?" He asked to the lady who is beside persephone artemis. He doesn't know what happen to him, but when he see her, he unconsciously feel pain within. A pain that he can't explain. She look at him in the eyes. He can sense longing was written all over her face. He doesn't know her so as she. He chose to ignore whatever it is and decided to be mean to her.

"I hope it's another boy. I don't think I can handle a girl. . . I'm sure she'd get a lot of suitors." "They'd be too afraid of you to even make a move." "They should be," he said. "Are we done here?" I asked, still embracing him. "I want to see Marcus, and we still need to prepare for the move." "We are done here. But I still want to hold you for a little longer," Percy said, stroking my back and head. "You make me so happy, Tali. I want to hold you like this forever." Percival gently lifted my face to wipe my tears. He kissed my cheek and tugged the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. "Let's go."

Alpheus was amazed at Perla's lack of interaction with him, to look at the place she was looking at, before he also froze in his place in shock and disbelief. "Fuck this." He said with great anger, while astraea retreated backwards with great shock, then released her legs, while she was running in terror. Why is Perla doing this, if she loves Xavier, why is she with Alpheus now? In addition, Alpheus, the mate of Emala, that love and adoration that was evident in front of everyone, was it just a charade to hide his truth She fell to the ground, hurting her knees, but she got up again to run, wanting to get away from here, because she was sure that her life would become hell worse than it is n

Edeline Percival turned to look at Conor, fury building in his eyes, and I could feel it through the bond—burning hot, a fire that flowed through my veins like liquid rage. “Did you kiss my mate?” Percival’s voice was deathly low, his head slowly turning toward Conor. “Percival, please stay calm,” William warned, but Percival wasn’t hearing it. He wasn’t Alpha Percival anymore—he was Alpha X, and I could see it now.

Zadicus replied honestly to his distress, giving a clear but unbearable response. “I reside in her heart, I live in her memories. I bet I never left her mind once, these eight years mean nothing. Can’t you see? My one presence changed the Persephone you created in all those eight years? The strongest warrior of Aziel, The Phoenix is still my Persephone in the end.” Smirking, Zadicus came closer recalling the hex he possesses over Persephone cracking Kriss’ heart because no matter, one of their hearts was going to shatter eventually.

And should he ever get the sense that Darla is in danger- -Percy can morph it, in the blink of an eye, into a point sharp enough to tear right through the mortal who had been foolish enough to dare raise a hand against his beloved creature. As a much more banal matter, Percy also often wants to change the design of the necklace, whenever he places his hand on it; like a mindless gesture, not unlike the way some others tap a rhythm with their fingers, or hum an idle song. Darla brings up a hand to run over the chain, feeling out the new design for herself. “I suppose,” Percy says. “It is not as though I do not understand where Brendan is coming from.” Darla looks at him with a frown.

Cali is about to say cut, but he did not expect Perci to obey the script literally. She remained frozen when Perci touched her nape and savored her lips. A butterfly on her stomach is hard to control as Perci started roaming inside her mouth. She asked herself, why can't she push him away? "Arf! Arf! Arf!" Perree barked and bit Perci's sweatpants. "Alright, baby. Are you hungry?" says Perci as if nothing happened. He carries Perree to the kitchen to find milk for his breakfast.

My voice broke slightly at the weight of uttering such words Persia stepped closer but I stopped her from coming closer and took deep breaths of courage because despite my boldness, the person is an Alpha capable of snapping my neck in a split second “She is your responsibility whether you like it or not.” I rubbed my forehead to ease the growing headache from the mere thought of what I was about to suggest “What if you re-establish the bond?” I let the words hang, heavy. Then I added, quieter but sharper, “If the bond broke her, maybe it’s the only thing that can save her.” The words barely left my lips when Percy let out a ragged groan, clutching his tattooed arm as agony twisted his face.

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.

She smiled, "This offer must be really important to make you sound this complacent, and using my real name. I am intrigued." Apollo did not seem to appreciate this particular humour as he said, "I have come to seek your hand." "My hand?" "In marriage." As if the world went still at those words, Persephone stared blankly at the god infront of her and then after some minutes asked in the smallest whispers, "Do you have a fever, my Lord?" The good and sweet him was gone, replaced with the version that was destructive when told no as he snapped, "I do not have time for your games."