A tale of love and fate, where a mortal princess captures the attention of gods, and hearts clash with power beyond their understanding. Psyche's beauty draws admiration─and envy─and soon she finds herself entangled in a world of desire, jealousy, and divine trials. Destiny and desire collide in this mythic retelling of Eros and Psyche.

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 | ❝𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉. ❞ In which the sassy (and miserable) daughter of Hades slowly but surely falls for an equally sarcastic son of Poseidon. 𝐎𝐑 𝕵𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖞𝖓 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘 tries to map out her own, confusing life and emotions while Olympus breathes down her neck alongside a sassy Ruler of Bathrooms Percy Jackson x fem!oc (Lightning Thief: Ongoing)

pe·num·bra (pĭ-nŭm′brə) n. pl. pe·num·bras or pe·num·brae (-brē) A partial shadow, as in an eclipse, between regions of complete shadow and complete illumination Or When the Chief's daughter falls for the Sun God. Twilight OC x OC

Jason almost snarled. She knew she was pissing him off. She knew that she kind of liked it. "You are not a God." "You're right," she said. "I'm better." Updates ~every 2 weeks

❝HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN ME, NATALIA..❞ ❝IT'S ACTUALLY NATASHA, BUT, CLOSE ENOUGH..❞ ❝WHATEVER DUMBASS..❞ --- loss noun plural noun: losses 1. the fact or process of losing something or someone. "Losing someone you love, it doesn't ever go away. It always lingers." --- ( ? x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] { Percy Jackson & the Olympians : The Lighting Thief - ? } --- { STARTED : SEPTEMBER 8, 2021 - ENDED : ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of Percy Jackson & the Olympians : The Lighting Thief ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘺 𝘺𝘰. 𝘕𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢́𝘴." *** "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦." #1 in Greek Mythology #1 in Poseidons Daughter #1 in Luke Fanfic #1 in Luke Castellan Fanfic [Luke Castellan X OC] I don't own Percy Jackson rights, just a big fan with her own ideas.

Ivy never expected to live past sixteen, definitely never expected to make it to her senior year of high school. She most definitely never expected to have a family. Percy didn't expect to live past sixteen, after all there was a prophecy telling him he was to die by then, but he did. Now, he has the even harder task then facing monsters, graduating. Ivy and Percy are two time war veterans, so how the fuck is high school so hard? (𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠) 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟕, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: all rights go to rick riordan except ivy, vivi, and their storylines

From enemy neighbors, to friends at Camp Half-Blood, to falling in love during a war against a Titan and old friends, to getting their heart broken, only to be thrown in another war against mother earth and being force to come back together... Aphrodite really did give them a very fun (𝒏𝒐𝒕!) love story with many twist and turns. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟕, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 all rights go to rick riordan except ivy, vivi, and their storylines

War is coming, child. Destiny waits for no one, and prophecy has already chosen its champion. As ancient powers begin to stir, and old enemies arise, a group of demigods struggle to survive. Being led by the only daughter of Hestia, and the son of Poseidon. Their choices will determine the fate of them all. Remember children, destiny has never been kind to heroes. Or when, Icarus falls in love with the sun, for the final time. *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: Book 1 of 3 in the Divine Series *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: Icaria Kane's body was utterly exhausted. She had pushed herself past her breaking point, and still continued on as if nothing were wrong. The demigod knew that if she allowed herself even a moment to rest, her soul would crack in two. No, now was not the time for weakness. If anything, Icaria had to be stronger. She refused to watch someone she loved fall into the hands of death again. If that meant breaking her body, so be it. There was one, who noticed the young girl breaking apart. She watched the bags beneath Icaria's eyes grow darker, and saw her begin to eat less and less. It was the same savior who had rescued Icaria all those years ago, and the goddess refused to watch her Hunter suffer any longer. The goddess, Artemis, stepped out of her tent in the early morning light. All of her Hunters were resting. Taking the much needed opportunity to relax with the very few days of peace they had left. All except one. In the distance, the goddess could hear the distinct sound of metal striking wood. She approached with quiet steps, watching Icaria Kane from afar. The Hunter breathed heavily, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The sword in her hand trembled. "Icaria?" Artemis asked, stepping through the early morning fog. "Why do you cry?" The demigod turned her body away from her goddess, clutching Hearth so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Icaria silently begged herself not to cry in front of Artemis. This was not the time to break.

"Jealous?" "Why would I be?" "Because I know your fantasies." He argued. I leaned closer to him, smelling his overwhelming scent. "And I'm appalled at how they are just that. Fantasies." He smiled and leaned closer, piercing through my eyes with the blue of his. I wanted to grab the dagger beneath my pillow and kill him already. "Are you now?" He answered, coming dangerously close to me. He brought his hand up to lift my chin, our noses touching. Gods, help me. I want nothing to do with this man. I really don't. He hates me, and I hate him. Our banter is not just banter; there's always a sense of truth in between, and that's what makes it all the more addicting. - THE GOD is the master of death and darkness. Lore, previously known as Hades, rarely ever visited the mortal realm. As the gods get involved in a war against the rebellious uprising amongst the dark angels, he must work together with a group of immortals, a ruthless and serpentine assassin being one of them. THE SHADOW is a half-breed. Left destitute at seven and made a killer eleven years later, she leaves destruction and death wherever she walks the mortal realm. Forced into a team unit as punishment for her insolent behavior, she must work with the god she grew to admire and learned to hate. Alliances built on lies and hatred are inevitable to fall. Who will win in this game of the gods? (Modern Retelling of the story of Hades & Persephone)