Half-bloodcamp Stories

"You poor, poor dear. You haven't even realised it yet, haven't you?"a feral grin stretched across her face. "Enough, Atropos," the woman interrupted. She glared at the pixie figure, whose grin faded into a pout, as she glided up the stairs towards Hades' throne. She swept in-front of the God of Death- like a spider, marking its prey. A small smile stretched across her face as she leaned over Hades, whispering in his ear. "Échete mia apogónous ,ádis," her voice sending chills down the God's spine, in their native language. "And They," she continued in English, " Are in grave danger." DPDPDPDPDPDPHE'SAPHANTOMDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDPDP Meanwhile, in the depths of Tartarus, among all the screams of anguish, a hooded figure had a board of glass chess pieces hovering in the air, his set was white the other was black. To his opposite, a blue will-o-wisp hovered, flickering like a dying ember. Hesitantly, the king, it's last piece, moved to B-5. The hooded figure chuckled darkly. "Light's out little soul, it's Checkmate." A Danny Phantom x Gods of Olympus x Harry Potter Faniction (with others)