The Gods Are Possessive Of Percy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“He whores around with anyone and anything. I was just one of his many sources of pleasure the only thing that made me different from his whores is the vow of marriage between us. But when I met you I felt something I had never felt before and I know you felt it too.” “I did, Helena.” He held her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. “I love you. But you know the pact the gods made, to have nothing to do with gods of other pantheons.” “Yes, I know about the pact.” Every god knew about it, new gods born were taught about the dangers of breaking the pact. “If this child of ours is to bring an end to gods then I will gladly die for it to live.” She held his hands. “Demeus I will not kill

Then her fingers gently rested on both of Aceli’s shoulders. Pandora wouldn’t understand the flow of blood in Aceli’s body—it wasn’t an ordinary flow. The gods possessed special abilities. Eyes sharp enough to see even in the midst of darkness. And just like Kingston, Aceli had formed a genetic mutation different from both her father and mother. The foundation of power varies among each god, especially gods from opposing clans, who exhibit certain unique traits. Just like Hores and Avanthe. Their union had formed a new variety within Aceli’s body—one she was still too young to control.

He rolled his eyes. Not Damon, but his wolf, Zeus, would kill him if he so much as touched a strand of her hair. Zeus was obsessed, overly possessive of anything that solely belonged to him or his master, Damon. From the looks of things, he had marked this girl as his mate, and not even Damon could take her away from him. He could see through her; her innocence radiated. She was too pure, so pure that the lycans wouldn’t be able to help themselves from wanting to taint her when she finally stepped into higher society.

"I am ready to accept the truth of my life and as much as I want to deny, I know I will not be all calm and collected while listening to them....so all I want King Hades is your patience and the truth of my life." I straddled his lap destroying his dam of resistance, all his control and placidity. "Damn you Persephone, just leave something inside me, something which I own myself and not you." His mouth latched onto my own, kissing me roughly, his arms shifted on my hips, gyrating and grinding his hips as a moan escaped my lips. My head fell back, mouth falling open as I felt his hard length beneath me. "Fucking mine, this goddamn little body all mine." He fisted my hair wrapping it around hi

Jade’s pov: That night, Alex made love to me like a man possessed, with an urgency that was unparalleled. And I met him passion for passion, thrust for thrust, and screamed his name when we finally hit our climax. As I laid, sated, next to the man I loved, I knew that even though our love ran strong, happiness might not be everlasting. “A penny for your thoughts, love?” He let out as he kept drawing lazy sensual patterns on my back, his arm draped over my waist possessively.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

Every object that could be shattered by divine power, I had already ground to dust. I stared coldly at the furious elder gods before me and at Cassia, who clutched our daughter, collapsing from her sobs. My grip tightened on the god-slaying sword, its sharp edge pressing deeper into my very divinity. "Break the seal and let me go to her. If you do not, I will shatter my own divine essence, and Olympus will lose its God of War forever." Even after listening to Elara's farewell message countless times, I stubbornly believed she had been forced away by this pack of sanctimonious gods, perhaps even by Cassia herself.

"You think money fixes everything, don't you? You're not scared that I'll cause trouble; you're just afraid that I'll report your dirty dealings to the authorities! "I don't want your filthy money. I want justice!" Jude snorted, then kicked fragments of Dad's gravestone and shattered it further. Ashes and dust blew into my face. "Velda Group is justice in Hyporion!" He crouched down and whispered a threat into my ear in a voice only I could hear, "You'd better pray that I never get my hands on Piper. If I do, I'll make sure she's begging for death!" Those words were the breaking point. I tackled him to the ground and started driving my fists into his face.

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

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. .