Poseidon Pjo Novels & Stories

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

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...

Hades gave a retort while his eyes were focused on what seemed to be the opulent frontier of a five-star resort hotel. Poseidon's decision to invest in such a new resort didn't surprise Hades, given that the property featured an infinity pool with a view of Miami Beach and its surrounding area. Poseidon, one of the Olympia brothers, owns a chain of resorts throughout North and South America and has expanded into Asia-Pacific in recent years. These resorts have been featured in a variety of travel magazines, lifestyle shows on both national and international channels, and channels that have consequently highlighted the resorts as being a place to go for a luxurious getaway.

The lady who sat beside the old man retorted. “Hera, leave my daughter alone.” The man silenced her. “But Zeus…” Hera protested. “We have more important matters that need to be discussed.” Zeus said, making Hera shut her mouth and swallow her pride. “What’s your name, young lady?” Zeus asked me in a calm tone. “Pandora.” I answer slightly bowing my head to show him my respect. He smiles at me while Hera only glares at me. “So it’s true.” He comments. “You’re back.”

The stage is set for a deliberative and transformative event that will shape the future of Tritania's legal system. In front of each majestic throne, there is a compact and portable piece of furniture, resembling a fusion of a folding desk and a podium. These mini-desks are adorned with various items, including papers, an ink quill, and crystals. King Poseidon, seated on his throne, reaches out and touches one of the crystals in front of him. As he does so, the petition regarding Bryan and Joe's supposed remedy for the ailing pod is projected in the water before him, visible to all.

"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."

His loud hooves against the granite did nothing to conceal themselves. “Loki,” Luci barked, waving him back in. “We have a mission, now isn’t the time.” Loki rolled his eyes, walking back in. “Well, can we at least take these guys?” Loki’s thumb pointed outward, waving it around the monsters behind him. Luci cocked a smile and nodded. “I don’t think it would be a bad idea at all.” “No,” Poseidon strolled in, wearing his god-like attire. A sheeted white cloth, with a triton in hand. His belt holding the fabric to his body was of thick eel leather and a ball of water in his hand.