Camp Meets Future Percy Fanfiction Time Travel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stood there without trying to stop her or inquire about her whereabouts. I should not think about it. This is for the best, I have to let her go, she will come back when she cold off, so we can leave. ***** Campbell's POV. Father mindlink me telling me to go look for Rupert and that he should be at the coronation ceremony before midnight and I have arrived and it's not there, I am getting tired of being an errand boy, I was thinking that Rupert is going to pick me as his Gamma since Mason will be his Beta but he pick my cousin Lauren and I know that since he doesn't have a Delta, that he is going to pick me, I don't care what he picks me for.

"I want you to do this one thing, Adonis. It is...you should forget me, once this camp is over." I look at him confused, not understanding what he meant. "I mean, you should never tell anyone about me, even your best friend. You should just forget you met me. No Theodore Reigns attended this camp." For some reason, I suddenly feel something in my chest. I should forget him after this camp? And we are never going to meet again after this camp is over? "Adonis, you'll forget this, won't you?" He asks.

a heightened sense of curiosity becomes of Chloe, with the new revelation. Percy’s expression darkens as he recalls the events of the past. “Twenty years ago, a tragedy occurred. Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s dad, had asked me to help him track down the vampyres who had broken our treaty by spilling human blood. During that mission, I found Seraphina, locked away by those who sought to use her power. We fought together, and we triumphed, but she was pregnant. She told me she was leaving, that I should not look for her. That was the last time I saw her.” The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of Dr. Percy’s confession hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. Chloe stares at her fa

Jensen calls out, pulling me from the hole that are those memories. This kid got in trouble once and now he’s afraid to break any rules, including being on time for a patrol schedule I helped set up. “Coming!” We all want this rogue camp. I still haven’t figured out how they move so quickly without a trace. Words like ‘magic’ and ‘witches’ have been thrown around, which is possible. Even vampires can cast some kind of illusion so anything is possible. What I really don’t understand is the long game they are playing. Kennedy has been here almost a year and Ryker is an idiot and still hasn’t marked her yet. What are these rogues waiting for? Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel

Neither of us speaks for a while. The thread between us — the chosen bond, formed last night, still new enough that I'm aware of it the way you're aware of a recent injury before it becomes simply part of how your body operates — sits steady in the space between us. "Tomorrow," I say. "Tomorrow," he agrees. The stars above the camp. The distant compound, still hours away, holding whatever it's holding — Cael, thirteen years underground; records that recontextualize three centuries; a woman who is awake right now, somewhere in that compound, recalculating everything she thought she had time for.

I glanced down at my watch then back at him “ by around 10 o’clock, July 27th, you will faint. When that happens, do not call me. I will be busy.” Aiden’s face relaxed as he smirked “ You barely finished school and yet you want to act like you can predict my future?” “You can label me whatever you want. But when you go toppling and stumbling about, remember, do not call me.” I said. There was a long pause as Aiden assessed me. “ Okay, we have places to be,” Percy nudged me. “Good luck with…all that” I made a hand gesture towards their figures then walked away with Percy.

a cover house, enough to stay in, but not meant for long-term living for them. After a while, as the sun starts to set, Rita and Alex gather in the living room. Instead of cooking, Rita ordered Chinese food, so we’re sitting around a table of delicious grease and spicy chicken, eating out of take-out boxes. “Okay, so, I’ll meet with the Malkeyes tomorrow. Alex, you go back to school, and I swear to God, if you stray off—” “I won’t,” he grumbles. When I look up at him, he gazes at me for a moment before looking away. “Damn right you won’t. Be on your best behavior. Anyway, Cynthia. You need to chat it up with your mom. If everything seems fine on her end, convince her you’ve gotta go to a su

exclaimed Carter whose eyes had gone wide behind his glasses. “Umm...guys...” came Cassie, shaking her head, “would you mind cluing us in over here...” She gestured to Carmen and Lucas who were both as lost as she was. “She’s talking about time travel,” Henry came to their rescue before adding, “wait, you're serious?” “It’s the only way we can beat Prometheus!” went on Natasha, “by using my Dad!” There was a loud rumble in the sky which made the inside of the facility shake.

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this journey was a new chapter in their lives, filled with possibilities. Camden finished packing the last of her belongings into her backpack and the pair headed outside. Camden looked at the cabin, her refuge for the past... gosh, how long had it been? Six or seven weeks now? Maybe more? The time here meant nothing. So many important moments had unfolded within those walls. So many memories. She would miss it dearly, but she was determined to return one day. She held Clayton's hand firmly, finding solace in his presence as they prepared to embark on their new adventure. Clayton gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be back, okay? I promis