《Trash of the count's family x Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction》 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑨 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. Chiron's instincts had been right. The attic reeked of dust and prophecy, the Oracle's hollow gaze glowing faintly in the dim light. A crimson shield. A child of Death. Shadows and heroes. The words carved into his mind felt urgent-like a warning, not a mere foretelling. This wasn't just another demigod arriving at Camp Half-Blood. No, this one carried a weight far older, far heavier. And Chiron couldn't shake the feeling that, this time, the camp wasn't just gaining a hero. It was welcoming a storm. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Cross-posted on ao3)

𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀, The Goddess Of The Heart has been looking lonely lately, she wanted a child after looking at her siblings children. A child she can love, a child who can accompany her, a child she can take care of, a child who can ease her lonely heart. because of this desire 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄 was born.

- 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑻𝒄𝒇 - • 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Bagaimana jika Cale, Alberu dan juga Barrow terlahir kembali di dunia, dimana mitologi dan kenyataan hanya di batasi oleh garis tipis kabut. - Timeline TCF; After the fight at the sealed god temple. ( Volume 1 ) - Timeline PJO; The Lightning Thief ( book 1 ) ❀ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 © 𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑅𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛 ❀ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡/𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 © 𝑌𝑜𝑜 𝑅𝑦𝑒𝑜 𝐻𝑎𝑛

La muerte de Cale Henitsu después de derrotar a la estrella blanca fue el comienzo de paz y gloria en el reino de Roan, pero también un shock total para todos sobre todo para su grupo a quienes consideraba familia. Todos felicitaban alegres la derrota de la estalla blanca sin saber lo que estaba pasando en el templo del dios solo se dieron cuenta cuando salieron cargando a ese héroe y su padre llorando entre gritos por aquel hombre que se sacrifico a pesar de ser basura los salvó a todos. Movidos por un atisbo de culpa los dioses concedería una última oportunidad. El tiempo volvería a comenzar, pero solo algunos de sus compañeros conservarían los recuerdos. Irán al pasado, antes del nacimiento de Cale, con la esperanza de cambiar el destino y salvar aquello que más amaban. Pero el tiempo no se altera sin consecuencias... y cada elección abrirá un nuevo abismo. . . . Creditos a su respectivo autor Fic de la novela trash of the count's family

En los salones de la nobleza de los continentes Occidental y Oriental era habitual escuchar hablar de tres nombres: Kael Thames, Cale Henituse y Kale Barrow. Tres amigos inseparables que, a ojos de la alta sociedad, parecían más un dueño acompañado de dos perros rabiosos que solo sabían comportarse cuando Kael estaba presente. Durante años fueron el centro de rumores, especulaciones y toda clase de historias. Sin embargo, cuando aquellos rumores comenzaron a intensificarse, en un momento realmente delicado.

Cale looked nothing like the boy they remembered. Months in the holy water had remade him into something unreal-something sacred. His hair, once short and ordinary, now spilled around him in a waterfall of blood-red silk, drifting all the way to his ankles. Even dry, it shimmered faintly, as if the light inside the holy water had woven itself into every strand. His skin was pale, almost translucent, with thin golden veins of light glowing softly beneath the surface, tracing over his collarbone and down his wrists like delicate divine markings. Every slow inhale made the light pulse gently, as though a second heartbeat rested beneath his ribs. And his eyes- rose-gold, glowing weakly but undeniably holy- opened and closed with the weary grace of someone pulled back from a long, deep sleep. There was no aggression in them, no confusion, only quiet exhaustion and a strange, soft clarity. Even weakened, even trembling, he radiated a warmth that wrapped around the room like a protective blessing. The air felt lighter, calmer, as though standing too close to him meant being forgiven for something you didn't remember doing. Cale Henituse looked like a saint who had been carved from morning light and red dawn. And he had just woken up. DISCONTINUED (ALLOWED TO TAKE THIS OR ANY OF MY STORIES EXCEPT THE ORIGINAL STORY)

If you had asked the God of the Underworld millennia ago whether Gods could die, He would have said no-Gods regenerate. But if you asked him now, He would say yes. Gods do die. Hades would know. His beloved wife died, after all. *** this is a tcf au where Fem!Cale is Persephone

Kim Rok Soo wakes up in another world. Amazingly, he came to be a match maker rather than saving the world! TCF x KLDs CROSSOVER! ENJOY!

En un mundo donde la gloria pertenece a los guerreros y el honor se forja en batalla, él jamás alzó una espada... y aún así, nadie se atrevía a desafiarlo. Antes de Thor. Antes de Loki. Antes de la caída de Asgard. Existió un hombre de cabello rojo y mirada serena, temido por dioses, respetado por reyes, y llamado por todos... la Mano de Asgard. Cale Henituse fue la mente detrás de las conquistas del Padre de Todos, el estratega que dictaba el destino de los Nueve Reinos, y el único capaz de hacer que incluso Hela bajara su espada. Ahora, mientras el equilibrio del cosmos pende de un hilo, los dioses antiguos recuerdan su nombre... Porque donde el Tejedor Carmesí fija su mirada... el destino ya ha sido sellado. El hombre que nunca quiso la gloria... y sin embargo, se convirtió en leyenda. Fanfic creado, perosnajes no mios, ser de una diosa

What if Cale was the Oldest child of the Wayne family? Mostly a Crack/Crack treated seriously book. I only just started getting into DC! Most of my knowledge of the batfamily is from fanfics. Characters may be OOC! (Tags to be added) TRASH OF THE COUNT'S FAMILY AND DC DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.