Thomas X Percy Novels & Stories

Thomas, with a cold smirk, mocked them, "Thought you could mess with me? I was navigating the underworld before you were even born." No one had expected Thomas, though not known for his physical prowess, to be such a formidable master in his own right. As a legendary healer, his knowledge extended beyond saving lives; he was also an expert in the lethal use of poisons. Scott, seizing the moment, flashed a thumbs-up to Thomas. "Looking sharp, grandpa." Thomas, full of pride, responded, "Never mind me. Take care of Cassie." Selene, witnessing this scene, was fuming with rage. Time was running out, and she was desperate to see Catherine in utter despair.

Thomas survived and is hiding, rebuilding his own network separate from Alexei's Silver Council and Elena's traditionalist faction," Santiago said. He wants to meet with Elena privately to discuss 'the third option' for werewolf governance that doesn't require Alexei's authoritarianism or Elena's failed peacekeeping." "It's a trap," Marcus said instantly. "Certainly," Elena said. “But if Thomas can maintain void anchoring without personality dissolution, we need that information even if it means walking into his plans." Elena brought Dante and Marcus as backup despite Thomas's request that she come alone to the neutral Swiss meeting with Santiago as intermediary. Thomas appeared healthier th

Good! Charles turned around and leaned on the door. His butler stood at the other side of the room, waiting for further instructions or questions from him. He eyed the man to the floor. Thomas had been in his service since Gerald, the old butler, was compensated and let off. The man was loyal and true. He exhaled and a gesture commanded him over. "Were you ever against Lady Cossington?" Thomas stood before him, hands held in front. He took a drag of his almost burnt-out cigar. "Did you ever wish she would not become your Lady?" "She was your betrothed at the time, Sir, I could never be against her."

I grabbed some clothes from the tree line and headed towards him. "You know, I knew he was hard pressed for you but not to the extent of trying to destroy your pack and its land. I need to call in a favor with an old acquaintance and I need you on board with this Minerva. Thomas has advantages over you and you haven't made friends yet with other supernaturals with your reputation. I have a Count that owes me greatly and I need to know if you are okay with him coming here," Xavier said seriously. "I will take whatever help that I can get Xavier. Call him. He needs to be here as soon as possible though because I am not sure what is next and Thomas also has our mates," I said blankly.

Thomas' voice was flat, but without any hesitation. He knew the purpose of Qi Haipeng's phone call. His surname was Qi, but in his veins, he was the people of Ferguson. Furthermore, he had participated in the competition for the Fergusons' heir. On the phone, Qi Haipeng's deep and slow voice came. There was only one word, "Okay." After hanging up the phone, Thomas pulled the tie around his neck and stood up. He looked out of the French window with his hands on his waist and a broad back. His tall figure gave people a sense of strength and reliability.

David had already taken Thomas out and put him on the floor, recovering little by little. “What was that all about?” Mark asked. “This is the man who has been screwing our lives!” Hansen replied, then grabbed Thomas by the flap and shook him. “Where is he? Where is Joseph? What did you do with him?” Thomas was still somewhat disoriented, however he chuckled. “He’s the leader of the sect that has been after us”, David said. “I think his name is Thomas Richardson, or something like that...” Mark approached Thomas and Hansen and pushed the latter away. He searched into the pockets of his suit jacket and pulled out his wallet. Thomas put up a feeble resistance. Mark took his driver’s license out

Already forever. Over the past month, Percival’s been working closely with Maximus and Gaspar, trying to balance himself and keep his emotions in check so that X — his darker side — doesn’t take over. It’s been rough, I won’t lie. But every time I sensed his nerves or fury rising through the bond, I’d reach out, touch him, whisper something calming, and he’d come back to me.

"And my father, Thomas? What was he like?" "Thomas was a man of great ambition and determination," Mr. Clark replied. "He was incredibly intelligent and had a natural business acumen. He had a vision for HH Incorporation that extended beyond mere financial success. He believed in using the company's resources to make a positive impact on the world. He often spoke of creating a more sustainable future and was passionate about environmental conservation and used his influence to support various eco-friendly initiatives."

I turned to Mira and wrapped my arms about myself, shivering. "You mentioned that Thomas's body was not discovered?" My voice was quieter than I meant when I asked. She gave a headshake. "Nothin'. Not even a hint. A shiver ran down my back. Lucy had acted like a beast. A despot, Davos had been. However, Thomas? It had been Thomas who had pulled the threads. The true genius. And he was gone now. Still alive. Absent. So he was still out there, hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.

Like he hadn't meant to say it out loud and was only half committed to it now that he had. "I just realised that as well." Thomas had fully woken now and was blinking up at Xavier with sleepy curiosity. I looked down at him, then back up. "They're easy to love." Xavier's eyes dropped to Thomas. Something happened in his face, a shift so small and so fast I almost missed it. His jaw moved. A muscle pulled tight just below his cheekbone. He looked at Thomas the way someone looks at a thing they want to reach for and have already decided they won't allow themselves.