Greekandromanmythology Stories

The best people have the worst luck. This was a truth to the Midoriya family. They also had an heirloom that was passed down generations. An heirloom that belonged to one of the first heroes. A knife that once killed immortals. A sentient knife that chooses it's partner. It's partner? Izuku Midoriya. (I do not own bhna or how to pick up girls in a dungeon. This is a crossover. Sort of. Just wanted to try out a new idea. Boy x boy. Hope everyone likes it!)

Percy thought his 11th year of school would be somewhat normal, but life never stays peaceful when you're a demigod. After the war with Gaea all Percy wanted was peace, but when a strange girl comes along his life takes another turn. ATTENTION, NOT A OC X PERCY STORY, PERCYBETH FOREVER! ~This takes place 8 months after the Blood of Olympus. I own no rights to this, they go to Rick Riordan. I only own my original characters.~ ~This is my first story, I will accept any ideas people have for me and I hope you enjoy!~

7 unlikely friends who, some who end up falling for each other, some actually falling in action... Drama, excitement! Sexualllll shit 😂 This may contain content younger readers can not.... Read if you catch my drift, I'm 16 so ;-; :p

Prologue "Give me the eye! You crazy fool!", exclaimed Clothos as she frantically leaped forward. "But,it is my turn!" The wise fools argued oblivious to what was being brewed under their noses. Filled with knowledge, but unable to see beyond the face and body. Darkness felt upon the realm of Gardia, in thousands of years the city had never been more stills. The ringing sound of the rain echoed against the golden pavement, then it trickled down the arches the city's towering buildings, cathedrals, and shops. Streets that were typically clutter with the rustling of wings, were deserted; not a single soul was in sight: nor the commoners, nor the guardians that protected the Kristemien gem. All gone, to one location and one location only, the Gardanian Palace. Its walls aligned with white crystal each one representing a fallen angel; a brother or sister that gave up their live for the sake of the peace. The peace that has now been broken; the balance that has been tipped; the scale broken and never again to be equipe. In the murkiness of the night, a child was brought to light, her delicate cries echoed after sundown. Born into a diamond nest and golden crib, rows of nannies and her mother a queen, no grievances should come to thee. Yet, the poor creature did not know that she shall suffer of unlawful ill.