The Seven Find Out Percy Was Abused Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I still feel… ashamed.” Elena didn’t say anything. She waited. “I let myself be used,” Percy whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or Salvatore. Or anyone. But I did. I let myself get too close to him. I thought it was love, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t real. I was blind. And weak.” Elena could hear the pain in her voice. She looked at Percy carefully. “I hated myself,” Percy continued. “When I found out I was under a spell, it made me feel even worse. Like… maybe I really had no control. But a part of me still blames myself.”

Her piercing scream filled the air as her soul was ripped from her body, and she was sent into the pits of hell. I vomited on the sidewalk; my pride was now bruised tenfold for the torture I just endured. My ears rang as Lucifer burst out into a fit of laughter. His hand clasped around the back of my neck, his mouth right against my ear as he leaned forward. "Next time you fuck up my plans or lose fucking control again, Perseus, I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck home and clean up before you embarrass yourself further."

"You're the little girl who saved Jaden?" Percy's cruel grin widened, and her laughter echoed coldly in the air. "Oh, Rita, how naive you've been. That necklace you cherished so much? I found it, and I used it to weave a web of lies that ensnared Jaden's heart. He believed it was you, but it was me all along." Rita's breath caught in her throat, a sickening realization settling in. "You're sick... twisted..." Percy's eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as she picked up a brick from the ground, her fingers curling around it tightly. "Yes, Rita, I am. And now, it's time for you to pay for your arrogance and attempts to disrupt my plans."

They couldn't take it. Mag's hand snaked under me, using his nail to rip at the skin in my groin, creating a deep gash. I cried out as he leaned back and started going so fast I almost stopped feeling anything. He was so loud, growling, moaning, hissing. I hated him. He started tracing shapes on my back, sitting up on his heels and pulling me to my knees as he did. I had no idea what Percy was thinking. I guess he couldn't stand hearing someone else in pain, being taken advantage of like he had been so many times.

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.

“Percy, are you still mad about what happened? Please believe me. “I didn’t do any of it to hurt you. I just wanted to push you, to fire you up, so you’d get back on your feet out of pure spite.” “And look,” she added quickly, “you’re back at the top again. I’m truly happy for you.” Percy let out a laugh—one that held no trace of humor. “You had an abortion and humiliated me in front of the press. Spreading lies, turning your brother loose on me until I was nearly beaten to death, and trying to extort money from me. And now you’re telling me it was all for my own good?”

Mercy's anguished cries echoed through the room as she struggled against Jake and Phill's grip. "How could he? How could Percy do this?" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. Jake and Phill held her tightly, their own faces pale with shock and confusion.Elizabeth took a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with a deep sadness. "I learned about Percy's rogue ways long ago, but I didn't want to believe it. I let it slide, hoping he would change and it was only because of what he had learnt about his birth. I thought it was just a phase. But he didn't. He only grew more twisted and vengeful."

I really wish that I could find my sister so that I could have already taken that asshole out. “Vera.” He growled out. “Listen I know the prick strikes a cord with you, and one that can anger even a saint. But remember that not all victims are so obvious. Fiona and Felicity have probably suffered through just as much if not more abuse than any of those slaves. They may be pure and not to endure the sexual component but I am telling you I have seen the after maths of one of those beatings from the Alpha. It takes more than just one wolf to heal them after his rampage. Felicity has been at the vicious end of his fist and had she not been close with her twin and had the bond, so that Fiona’s wo

"Victor has Charity." Seven was across the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me. I didn't push him away this time. I collapsed into him, my forehead pressed against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. The sexual tension that usually defined us was replaced by a desperate, jagged need for survival. "I'll kill him," Seven rasped, his hand gripping the back of my head. "I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back."

My clothes ripped as my body mass increased, a growl of pain leaving my lips. I howled again when the last bone in my shoulder snapped, attaching back to its joint with a loud pop. Goodness, transforming was always painful but I was glad I was going to vent my frustration on those unlucky Rogues. They messed with the wrong prey. Findor took off, navigating through trees, making swift turns, sniffing the air as he went. He made a right turn, leading through a bent branch, catching onto her scent that grew nearer and so did the howl of the Rogues.