The Gods Want Percy Back Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Please stop fighting, Scylla please just hear Medusa out and Medusa please be nice to Scylla, she's been there for us for our entire lives." "Fine, I'll be nice to the bitch." "And I'll hear the idiot out." Aren't we just the perfect family, monster parents, bitch first child, crazy second child and a stupid angel prostitute, perfect family. "We plan on going to war with the gods, Hades has promised to give me an army and he has our backs, no funny business." "Then what Mrs smarty-pants." "Then we get Zeus bolt and kill all the other gods, I get my soul from Hades and we never have to see another fucking god for the rest of our lives!"

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. .

“Yes, I dream of you drowning. And even though I can’t drown you myself, one can only hope you get paralyzed and end up choking to death in a tub of your own sweat.” God, some things are sacred. Percy can never be any of those things. I chuckled. There’s no way I’d ever be attracted to this piece of dirt. Even though I think he and I could form a friendship someday- actually no. That’s not going to happen either. I feel so relaxed, and happy.

she finally interjected, slamming her register shut and waving her pen at me from a distance, earning a disapproving glance from Percy. "I heard you, and let me tell you, I don't give a damn," she hissed, her eyes piercing through me. "What? How can you not care? You're a girl too, just like me," I persisted, trying to reason with her. "Huh! We're not the same. You're from the group that remained strong while everyone else suffered during those chaotic times. You've got some nerve calling me out for not wanting to help you," she retorted angrily, tossing the pen in my direction. Percy swiftly intervened, catching it before it could hit me.

Nico said, wiping his face with a trembling hand. I looked around at the mess—at what Perion’s love had cost. “He’s going to come back,” I said softly. Nico nodded. “If anyone can crawl out of hell and walk straight through fire to get to you… it’s him.” I looked up at the pale sky, at the rising sun bleeding over the trees. Come back to me, Perion. You promised. Please.

"I didn't choose to be his daughter! The Moon Goddess paired us for a reason. Please, don't do this—don't leave me like this." But his face didn't soften. He didn't seem to care that I was begging him. "I don't care what the Moon Goddess thinks. You don't deserve to be by my side." There was a finality to his tone, and my body siphoned out with his words. My legs started shaking, the muscles threatening to buckle out under me. Without another word, Hadin turned and disappeared into the forest, the great mass of him swallowed whole by shadows. Footsteps faded to silence.

I blinked, breath catching as I looked down, letting my hands roam over the hard lines of his chest. I let my claws out, just a little, dragging them lightly across his skin and watching red lines bloom in their wake. His response was immediate—he hissed, hands gripping my hips tightly as he ground himself up into my lace-covered heat. “Fuck,” I gasped, my voice trembling. I could feel him—just how badly he wanted me, just how much he was holding back. I needed him. All of him. Right then and there. But Percival? He had other plans. And judging by the fire in his eyes, I knew they were going to leave me begging.

Well, this is a very interesting turn of events. “What do we do with them?” I asked. “We raise them and when they get old enough use them against the gods,” Phlegyas replies. We all agree to raise them together. It is possible that we might be able to control them. Something tells me that this is not the best idea that we have ever had. “Well, where the hell did he disappear to?” Ian asked. “I have no idea. I put him to sleep last night in his bed but when I got up this morning to check on him he was gone.” Penthesilea answers.

Percy quickly rushed on stage. He almost lost his temper and attacked Fane when he looked at his fellow disciples, one dead and one injured. If that happened, it would be exactly what Fane wanted. He did not even need to do anything, and Percy would be turned into ashes by the Whirling World.

Before he and I could say something, Drayce said a terrible question. “Can’t you kill another god?” “And why would you think about killing him?” I asked, and it was dreadful to think about that. “It wasn’t---” “I can try.” Kurai said blandly. “What?” I gaped at his answer. “Are you insane to think of killing him? Why?” “So, he can return to the sky.” Drayce said. “I doubt that.” I crossed my arms as I narrowed my eyes at him. “And no one is killing anybody!”