percy jackson the forbidden warrior fanfiction

One moment I was dying on a really uncomfortable hospital bed and the next... well, I’m alive... though this time, I'm not even human anymore... but who cares. If you want to read ahead! https://w w w.patreón.com/cornbringer

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending? Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask. Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire. Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever? [Mature content. No sexual violence.] ****** “You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…” “I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced. His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity. “No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.” “How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying. “Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her. His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy. She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.” She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again. “Please, Ayleth.” “I cannot deny it,” she whispered. [Cover specially commissioned and illustrated image by Same Van Rijn. See more of their amazing art on Instagram: @same.vanrijn]

"I don't want much... Just my mother... or... at least know who she is... if she cares... can I find that at Camp Half-Blood?... then sign me up..." I own nothing but my OC's and plotlines... Also, Mc Doesn't know that he's Artemis's son for a long time The cover isn't mine, Hope you enjoy it! Read on Patréon! Patr0n.com/GodSage

Let's play a game he said. And I agreed. He called it possession and the possession was me. Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me. I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again. It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. It's lust. That's what Mr. Arizona means. Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession. Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. To be possessed by him.

A man dies at the hands of his psycho girlfriend and gets reborn in the fantasy world of Percy Jackson. With an unhealthy amount of ambition and a questionable set of morals, he strives to attain everything in his new life. Warning: The Mc will be a selfish asshole and you can put him in the category of neutral evil. discord.gg/ZyCjAy4dCv

Child of Rhea, the golden haired God the 4th of the big four, the ruler of Nature! , Riches, glory, the throne?, Nah I don't need them to troublesome.... What...i... really.. want.... is... a..... Family.. This is a work of fanfiction based on the books of Rick riordan author of the Percy Jackson series. don't expect it to be better then cornbringers God of magic my story is less exciting and has some grammar mistakes at most my goal is just 1m views this is none harem btw btw the book cover is pretty bad I'm not much of a artist but I have enough creativity and skill to change the clothes and hair style tho j rarely do hair style changes unless the mc"s hair style changes to

Percy Jackson is granted the powers of a gamer by the Fates. Follow Percy's crazy adventure through the game called life where life-death situations are treated as a common occurrence, monsters run free and the son of Poseidon is armed with new powers. Percy x Hestia x Artemis. Lemons will be there later. Eventual OP. Also posted on Wattpad, FFN, A03. Image credit: Klymenearts

after living the worst possible life any person could live our mc was reincarnated into the rick Riordan verse as the son of hades, what changes will this new factor bring into the world, will it be good or bad come and find out. (Percy Jackson and other books belongs to Rick Riordan) [dropped]

[Ping! Hello Nathan, I am the system. To continue tutorial please think/say main menu.] "Huh" And that is how my life went from garbage, to shit.

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