Chaos Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Luke chides in a harsh whisper, using my full name to repeat the warning. A loud crash makes us both jump. A vase perhaps? But it was too loud, too terrifying. I imagine the chandelier upstairs crashing, the roof of the building collapsing down with it as the wrath of an ancient god we’ve angered by being cowards descends on us. I imagine Thor with his hammer. I imagine Hades riding a chariot drawn by Cerberus. I imagine the statue of Ares outside on the fountain coming to life. I imagine Seth; the Egyptian god of chaos, hurtling a hurricane at us. And if there was justice left in the world, our father would be at the receiving end of a catastrophic wrath, for once.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

It’s just that I can’t help feeling a little jealous. I sigh. It isn’t going to do me any good to be jealous of Chris. He is my brother now. Back to what I was doing, I flip the next page. The serpents in here are a bit crazy. I sure hope that I don’t have to face this one. It says that it is called the Hydra. Nine heads! A shiver wracks my body. It may be in the river Styx. Apparently, it used to haunt the lakes in Lerna. Now I am definitely not going to get any sleep. I put the books away and head to the gym. It’s completely silent when I walk in. I strip off my shirt and begin to punch the bags when I heard the door open. Glancing back, I notice Chris walk in.

Maddox just needed to free himself from the chains of his past. ‘They are powerful. He will help protect Dark Moon and will be an amazing addition to the Council when they take over for Theo and Brynn. Don’t worry because we’ll also have a Demigod in our pack. Our trio didn’t get a chance to talk to us yet. Jaxon Stavros is Hades’ son. He found out that he was mated to our epic warrior Sansa. Apparently, Angel had saved his life a few years ago,’ Faye told me.

She stands, “Set, Egyptian God of Chaos. You would let Dracula rise?” He raises an eyebrow and nods, “But if he does and my children are used to raise him, would that make him unstoppable?” Hecate sucks in a breath beside her, “I’ll take that as a yes. If he isn’t stopped, he will kill every living thing that has blood. All that will be left are his followers and his feeders. Chaos will cease.” Set looks worried, “No one will be able, or willing to stop him. He will rule, and nothing will change ever again.” Set nods, “Hmm. You make a fine point, Eliza.” Set inclines his head, and retakes his seat. Sol nods and stands, she sits again.

The other men stepped in to help, but even after prying Percy off, he lunged right back, grabbing onto them and wildly shaking everyone in his drunken stupor. His energy was erratic, his behavior reckless. "Stellar…" he slurred, still lost in his drunken haze. "Percy, snap out of it! Stellar isn’t here!" But none of them could restrain him. They didn’t dare hurt him, either. Chris, caught in the middle of the chaos, looked like he had been through a war—his collar was pulled loose, his hair a complete mess, as if he had been tossed around like a ragdoll. When he finally managed to escape the center of the madness, he was utterly drained.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

He glanced at the screen, ignored the call, and powered the phone off. I felt unmoored. "What happens now? Your families are bound to react badly." Chester closed his hand around mine, his voice steady. "Whatever comes, I'll face it. Mandy, all I need to know is whether you are willing to face it with me." I met his eyes and thought of the concert lights, the restless month that followed, and the jolt when our paths crossed again. My doubts and fears dissolved all at once. I nodded, tears streaming down my face as I spoke. "I'm willing."

A spark formed at his fingertip. He flicked it. The fire pellet shot forward. Puff. Chaos clapped loudly. “Oh I like this one.” Leo stared at him. “…Who are you?” Chaos pointed proudly to himself. “Chaos.” Leo nodded slowly. “…That makes sense.” Across the courtyard, under the shade of a large tree, Aurora sat on a stone bench. She barely looked up from the thick book in her hands. Order was the one who approached her. He studied the title.

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.