Percy X Hera Novels & Stories

” And the familiar beep which indicated Emily hung up. Athena Icarus, Jason, Hera, Ajax, Echo, I and Mr Spencer is here. The family was complete and so the meeting could start anytime. Hera glanced at me before adjusting the hem of mother’s black gown. It had a single strap to hold up the clothe and a lacy top layer. Her grey hair was packed up in a bun and both eyebrows were raised in surprise. “Eros?” she asked curiously, making me wonder if she couldn’t recognise her own child after three months.

The pressure given off by the ancient god was too powerful even for them, who was the child of the gods. “How about I relive your victory trauma, my Perseus?” The eerie mocking voice caressed Perseus back. Perseus couldn’t understand his statement, it was a matter of obvious. Hades didn’t even give him any context. “What do you mean?” “Iya!” Hermes flew while thrusting his spear in desperation. The hell armies were working together in protecting their master and received the attack. “HERMES NO!” Perseus couldn’t move, stopped. “It’s okay, my armies will make him busy. Now, the spotlight is on you.” Hades’s heart was pumping blood, shot up to his head. All sorts of ideas were running inside h

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.

She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was. The crowd around gasped and murmured either surprised she was still alive or rather shocked she graced them with her presence with no protection and a formal royal attire. She walked with shaky legs through the crowd till her gaze fell on the dissembled corpse of her parents. She went through the five stages of grief in that moment and that was the night Daci died and then came the birth of Princess Daciana. PRINCESS DACIANA

When the angel turn her head and finally revealed her face, everyone remembers her differently. Lucian remembers her as her mother, who gave birth to him and somehow was taken away from him all those decades ago. Darius remembers her as the mother of Theodora, wife of Norcia a dark creature who was a slave to Assorthan. Lucifer identified her as Mother destiny, the one he and Althea met when she was little. Althea called her as mother by mistake.

The woman suddenly sat down on the sofa, hugged John’s arm, and pouted. “Johnny, how could you forget so quickly? I’m Hera, Hera Lancaster, remember?” John had already reached the limit of his patience. He grabbed her neck and said coldly, “I’m warning you, stop playing tricks, or I can’t guarantee what I will do!” Hera’s cheeks were red, and she could hardly breathe. She slapped John’s arm with her hand in pain. “Mr… Mr. Freeman… I… I can’t breathe...”

“You can’t be serious!” Several elders leaned forward immediately, their faces twisted with disbelief. One of them slammed his staff against the ground. “This is unacceptable!” I glanced toward Percy. He looked completely unbothered. “Is that so?” he said calmly. Another elder stood. His name was Elder Harrick. A tall, narrow-faced man whose greying hair fell neatly over his shoulders. His sharp eyes slid toward me with open contempt. “Her?” His lips curled slightly. “Forgive me, Alpha Percy… but she hardly looks qualified.”

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

Hera herself was amazing as one of the very few deities that remained devoted to her companion and she therefore got here to symbolise monogamy and fidelity. In Greek mythology, Hera used to be the daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and mom of Ares (god of war), Hebe (goddess of youth), and Eileithyia (goddess of childbirth), all with Zeus. Hera also gave birth on my own to Hephaistos(god of metallurgy) in retaliation for Zeus’ in a similar way single-handed beginning of Athena. However, Hera threw Hephaistos from Mount Olympus because of his ugliness, and crashing to earth, the god became lame. In other accounts, Hephaistos used to be thrown from the heavens by means of Zeus precisely because of