Percy X Nico Novels & Stories

I cringed. “Is that true, Marcello? Are you working for Petrov? Did he send you to my house?” Nico asked, in a conversational tone. But his body language, the bulging muscles straining against his shirt, told another story. He was going to kill Marcello, I was certain. “Fuck you, Nico! You’re a fool if you think you could win against him. He will kill all of your lapdogs and fuck your little whore while you watch.” Marcello snarled at him.

His hands trembled as he tried to gather the last vial, then froze again when he realized she was staring. “You’re… her,” he whispered. “The Voidbringer.” Astrid didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Because the bond was there—not just scent, but pull. A low, undeniable drag in her gut that screamed: Mine. But he was… Tiny. Terrified. Omega. And she was… Death incarnate. “Name,” she said coldly. He jumped. “N-Nico. Nico Larkspur. I—I’m a healer’s assistant. Just a trainee, really. They didn’t tell me you’d—”

He glanced at James and said, “I really didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I spent countless Epochs trying to break the formation but never succeeded. Yet, you managed to undo it in just a few years.” Nico noticed a hint of sadness on James’ face and could not help asking, “What are you thinking about? “It’s nothing.” James composed himself and lightly shook his head. Nico said, “I’ll stay true to my word. I’ll follow you from today onward and serve you for a hundred thousand years.” Hearing this, James smiled lightly. He was pleased to have a Fourth Heaven Grand Emperor by his side. Moreover, Nico would evolve again and enter the Fifth Heaven after consuming the Aquacollis. He woul

Ethan laughed, loudly. Nico’s hand curled into a fist on the desk. “Don’t ever send me to that place again,” Nico said, his voice low and dangerous. “Whoa, easy. What happened? Was she not good? I told Hale to pick the best one.” “She was fine,” Nico snapped. “Until she got ideas above her station. And Hale is a snake. He implied things… sold a package that wasn’t there.” “Ah, come on, Nico. You know how it works. They all want the money. She was probably playing hard to get.”

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

I said and I felt a cold wave of betrayal because Nico had been the one who helped us escape the vents in Rome. "They didn't have to pay me much because I'm tired of working for a dying empire of old men who think they can play God with a chemical bottle, and the Council is going to rebuild the world without the need for bloodlines or mafia kings," Nico said as he raised the detonator and his thumb hovered over the red button. "You and Lucien were just the distractions I needed to get close to the Commission and now I'm going to finish the job that the toxin started." "You're going to kill hundreds of innocent staff and people who had nothing to do with my father’s wars, so just put the devi

Nico who's veins were popping on his pale clenched hands slightly relaxed when he heard a new voice, if he was alone he could have punched Robert but now that some one was here , he could not use violence . "Young Master Perez " Robert who was acting like a vulgar shrew straightened his back and spoke politely . "Young Master Rhodes , did I hear you threatening my friend?" When Ace called Nico his friend not to mention Robert even Nico was shocked . "Friend?, Don't you hate the children of mistresses?" asked Robert cautiously. Ace smiled , wrapping an arm around Nico in a friendly gesture he spoke " I no longer care about that , what I care is about a person's inside, now shooo , if

“I’ll get help. Just hold on.” He's not responding, the blood in his mouth bubbling. His eyes flickered open again, only for a second. And then I saw it. One of the motorcycles stopped just down the road. The rider dismounted, took off his helmet. Nico. I froze. My pulse dropped to a chilling silence as rage boiled into every nerve in my body. Nico. He was the one. The man Perion once called brother. His fellow undercover. The one who vowed to protect me too. He had shot Perion.

The ones who still believed in him, not the family name. “Orders?” Rocco asked. Nico adjusted his cuffs. “We’re not killing DeLucas tonight,” he said. “We’re buying time. You keep the old man’s dogs busy, I’ll handle the rest.” Rocco nodded once, no questions asked. As Nico stepped into the cool night air, he looked up at the house—the windows glowing like open eyes—and wondered if he was already a ghost in it. He had two paths left: kill Sasha, or betray his blood.

"Nico, you’re pushing it." "I’m just having a bit of fun," Nico said, feigning innocence. "Besides, they don’t have to play if they don’t want to. I’m just saying… the stakes could be interesting. After all, she’s just some girl... Right, Constantine?" The way his eyes locked with Constantine’s made me realize Nico had been watching us closely, looking for a nerve to press. And maybe that’s why Constantine wanted me to leave. I was the nerve. The opening Nico would abuse to get to them.