Percy X Poseidon Novels & Stories

IN BETWEEN THE BOTH SEA KINGDOMS. Immediately God Poseidon announced that Chris was his son and the heir to his throne, all the beings in the sea from both kingdoms knelt and bowed. Instantly their knees hit the ground, Chris's clothes and face started glowing that none of the beings could look at him except God Poseidon who had as much power as his son, and Goddess Amphitrite who used her third form of power. Isabella and the rest couldn't. It was such a great sight to behold.

Achilles’ expression was one of adoration, a silly smile on his lips. Khalid stood to his left, a little further back. I could see his aura was yellowish, like sand constantly falling around him, and his Daemon was smiling. Khalid's expression was more composed, but his eyes burned with passion and love. I shifted my gaze and found Perseus to Achilles’ right. There was an aura around him, like a shimmering heatwave blurring everything nearby. Helios shone like the sun at sunset. Perseus’ expression was joyful, but I could see the glint of fear in his eyes.

And well, that kind of life, to a simple country peasant who rides a bus every day; was shocking enough. Apart from the Rhodez empire, Poseidon was human enough to let me in on his life and told me about his friends and everything he thought I needed to know. He was, frankly, not what I had expected. You imagine a rich kid and all you can think of is an arrogant pompous piece of crap who thinks the world revolves around him and enjoys trampling over other people only because money buys him the ticket to do so. But Poseidon... Man, that guy...

Minho and LJ moved in front of Javi, as if they could protect their brother from what was already done to him. "Poseidon." Minho snarled, "Let Javier go, now, or your superiors will hear about this." "Which superior? The only superior I recognize is my brother, Zeus, and he was the one who ordered me to assist the demons." Poseidon shrugged, sauntering toward them. He had taken the human form of someone who looked barely fifteen, although the characteristic injury to his left eye was still there. A gift from his brother Zeus, the rumors said. Minho had belatedly noticed Poseidon cradling a dagger in his hand.

Lady Aphrodite and Lord Eros have dropped in. And strangely, or maybe it’s not so strange given my family, Lord Poseidon has visited. He and his brother seem to have one thing in common. They have both used me as an excuse to see someone else. I don’t speak of it, as it’s not my business. But Lord Poseidon seems to think being blind means being deaf and dumb as well.

"I'm so worried, Elle. You know that Ivy is—she was once a weak woman, and it's only natural that I worry about her now." "Yes, she was once a weak and naive woman, but you already know how strong she is; she has become a powerful woman who has also mastered the magic and abilities passed down to her from Poseidon, Max. You know Poseidon, right? He is the god who rules the ocean. So don't ever doubt her, okay?" Mirielle was about to end the conversation, but Max again stopped her. "Elle, wait! What about the twins? Are they okay?"

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

But , you did not hear that from me. That same day, Persephone was gone. Later that day, news came to mount Olympus that Perseus was killed. Poseidon was in shambles and he was later on joined by his lovely young wife in my bedchambers. She did not disappoint and she understood the assignment so well. No one suspected her of anything, it was our dirty little secret and that night, Hades created his own little monster.

"Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, and more." "If we're reintroducing ourselves, I suppose I should join in." A gruff voice says, the voice of an approaching man. His shoulders are broad and chiseled, his dark blue t-shirt clinging tightly to him, his hair a deep black, matching his equally dark, scruffy beard. His eyes are a clear ocean blue, glittering with mischief, a necklace of seashells strung around his neck. "I am Poseidan." He says in a voice that screams of power, promising violence at any challenge. "And this is my wife, Amphrite."

By his side was where I would always belong. "You want a mess?" Percival asked with an eyebrow raised. He placed his elbow on the table and rested the side of his chin against his knuckles. "We can start in your company," he suggested. Cadmus huffed and straightened his back. His eyes started throwing daggers back at Percival's. "What are you? Her lapdog?" Cadmus snarled. An amused chuckle slipped out of Percy's lips as he leaned back. He glanced at me, and a smirk tugged on his lips before looking back at Cadmus. "I worship her."