Age Range For Percy Jackson Books Novels & Stories

"But it seems Percy was a bit careless while wiping away the traces of his Alpha. Ryker Wraithe's remains ended up in a college student's notes. "Wait a minute," Spencer blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Even nine hundred years ago, this wizard was ninety-nine years old, and he's still...that old?" His eyes darted toward Aran, his question reflecting everyone’s confusion. "And you—you look like you're in your early thirties, just like Silas, but you know everything from nine hundred years ago. What's going on?"

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

Theodore said frustratedly referring to Percy and Evandor, while standing behind the crowd of vampires. “If you don’t shut your mouth, I will be the one to kill you” Percy said in an enraged tone. “Oho, angry young men” Theodore teased him from behind. “I am eight hundred years old!” said Percy while chocking Riley. “Then why an eight hundred years old vampire is dealing with a weakling? You should fight with an Alpha!” Sky stood infront him with a proud smile and moved Mina behind him. Percy let go of Riley who fell on the floor.

A differential thing about my book of destiny and the books of destiny' of other Immortals, it's the time-skip of thirteen years from when they have twelve~thirteen years to when they have twenty-five. I thought about this fact for a really long time, but I could never think about what am I suppose to do in those thirteen years. And then, my 20th birthday arrived bringing with him the day of my departure into Davey and Lexie's reality.

You couldn’t keep up to me, my friend, he thought to himself. “Are you going to pursue her?” Jason's brows went up in question. Lucas spared him a glance. “I don't wish to” I haven’t a choice. He thought to himself. Jason smiled knowingly. He didn't have to be a mind reader to know Lucas. “How old do you think she is?” Lucas thought for a moment, “Eighteen…nineteen at the most.” “That is very young Lucas.” Of course, compared to Luca's seven hundred years, everyone was young.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, particularly those who are rereading, please refrain from leaving comments that contain spoilers for the next generation. Let everyone discover them on their own. Let's not spoil the fun for them. 💖💜 Much love, Cass --------- Caleb - 50 years old Jake - 49 years old Aeon, Darvin - 48 years old Riley, Dominic, Lucas - 47 years old Caspian, Kallan - 46 years old

“Let’s just say…” “I know Percy.” My heart skipped. “…What?” “We’re close.” Confusion flickered through me because nothing about this made sense. Percy’s POV The moment I heard, everything in me froze. “A kid?” “Yes, Alpha.” “Claiming he knows you. He is about eight years old.” My chest tightened instantly, because there was only one possibility. Only one person who could fit that description. And if it was him, then everything I had tried to keep hidden, was about to come undone.

Percy argued back. I laughed, but it was full of sarcasm. “You say that like it’s a good thing. Never would be a good thing!” “And it’s not like I was getting in trouble. It was just a party.” “Yes, a college party! And you’re just 16!” I shot back. Percy had been trouble ever since he turned 14. He was your basic rebel. Always looking to break the rules, always looking to be different from everyone else. On the whole it didn’t bother me. Only when I got dragged in to help did it start to grate a bit.

Fourteen years old, and suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Now, she tilted her head, dimples deepening. "What’s going on in that head of yours?" A smirk curled my lips. "When I was eighteen, you were my favorite fantasy." Her eyes widened. "Percival! I was fourteen!" "I know." I gave her a lopsided grin. "Felt like a total pervert. But hey, at least now I know why I couldn’t get you out of my head." I bit my lip, watching her reaction.

I would have enjoyed it just the same. “What! No! Me and Selene are going to order take out and play games and watch movies. You neeed to go out! It’s your birthday. I get you for the day, and tonight, you have a big party!” He replies, almost looking agitated. “How are you so smart for only being 8?” I say. “Hey! I’m 9.” He says, laughing. I love to tease him about his age. I hate he’s getting so big now.