Percy X Artemis Ao3 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.

Arya let out a sigh in our mind and pushed me back to the dark recesses of our shared mind to block me from focusing on the memories. **Arya P.O.V.** I slid to the forefront of Artemis’s mind. I knew where her train of thoughts was headed and I was doing what I could to protect her from depression. I could compartmentalize through memories without many emotions mostly because I am not focused on them. “Artemis?” I heard Armand ask softly. I smiled and turned my head to face him knowing my eyes were glowing. “No, Love, Artemis is blocked off right now”

The atmosphere became charged with a different energy, and Alcides felt a mixture of conflicting emotions – desire, confusion, and a touch of rebellion against the constraints of his existence. The encounter unfolded with a dance of passion and secrecy. Alcides, once the gladiator renowned for his prowess in the arena, now found himself entangled in a clandestine affair with Artemis, a woman who had been a motherly figure to him. The paradox of the situation added to the allure, making the liaison both thrilling and perplexing. Artemis, impressed by Alcides' strength and vigor, praised him in whispers that echoed in the chamber. The air was thick with the scent of forbidden desires, and the

“But that’s what I heard. He’s planning something.” We were all silent for a second. Then Salvatore said, “We need to find out what his next move is.” Percy hesitated again. She bit her lip. “Is there more?” I asked. She looked down at her tea. Then she said it. “I think Ares is part of it too.” Everything stopped. Salvatore froze. I felt like someone had pulled the floor from under me. “What?” I said. “I’m not sure,” Percy said quickly. “I just… I heard his voice. That day. I saw a glimpse of him. It was fast. I can’t say it clearly. Maybe I was wrong,”

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

He reached out to pinch Seraphine on the cheek and asked dotingly, "Can you promise to be more careful in the future?" "Yes, Dexaldir. You and Guerrian can stop nagging me." Dexaldir sighed. Then, he carefully applied medicine to the wound. Worried that it would hurt her, he blew on it carefully. Witnessing the entire scene, the celestial lords who had just congratulated us exchanged awkward smiles before quickly excusing themselves. Everyone in the entire Celestial Skies knew that I liked Guerrian, while Azena liked Dexaldir. However, everyone also knew that Guerrian and Dexaldir were close to a flower nymph, Seraphine.

Third Point of View “It’s finally over,” Andromeda’s hands were tightly clasped onto Azrael’s, the feeling of touching another life form was surreal, it created small sparks of joy every second. “Yeah,” Azrael replied, his mind was elsewhere, particularly on the woman they saw earlier named Vanessa Fergus. He seemed to be not bothered by it, but what if he really had a daughter?

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

He carefully placed me on the bed and got on his knees in front of me. The laced panties I had on came off and thought warning, he latched on in for dear life like a man that has been on a water fast. Waves and waves of pleasure hit me in different frequencies. My toes curled from pleasure and I began to see colours that I didn’t know existed before. “Nero please.” I moaned my hands gripping on his bed sheet. “Don’t fucking close your eyes Athena, keep them on me.” He growled before sucking back on my clit. He flickered and pressed his tongue flat between my pussy folds as it dripped from the sweetness he was giving me.

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.