Chapter 16 Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

Odysseus says once we’ve calmed, “so you may eat. Then I will tell you about the Phlegethon... and the centaurs.” “Centaurs!” Summer squeals, visibly vibrating. “Like Chiron from Percy Jackson? Or those party-animal ones that trashed Luke’s boat?” Odysseus tilts his head. “Chiron was unique. The wisest and most just of all Kronos’s spawn. I do not know this Percy Jackson, but I assure you—no other centaur is like Chiron.” Summer deflates a little. “So... no party centaurs.” Odysseus gives a mirthless laugh. “If you wanted fun, you should not have come to Tartarus, friend she-wolf.”

This island is still a small island, although it has been modified and enlarged. Leon stretched out his hand to take out the digital screen from his hand. He chose the character Perseus. Now, Leon is wearing black armor with a sword neatly tied to his waist. Claire could even see Leon's body glowing slightly golden, because Perseus had extraordinary strength. The power of the god Zeus. "You know? Athena and Perseus are actually siblings,” said Claire suddenly. "I forgot that detail," said Leon.

“I’m a virgin.” A low chuckle broke the tension, and Penelope’s eyes darted to Orion. The demigod was leaning casually against the wall, his dark leather tunic and bronze bracers catching the faint light. His grin was sly, his eyes alight with mischief. “Well, that’s gonna be a problem,” he said, his voice a rich, teasing drawl. “There’s no way you’re fooling Hades with the scent you’re giving off. The god in him will fight to claim you.” Persephone’s face flushed as she smacked his arm. “Shut up, Orion.”

she finally interjected, slamming her register shut and waving her pen at me from a distance, earning a disapproving glance from Percy. "I heard you, and let me tell you, I don't give a damn," she hissed, her eyes piercing through me. "What? How can you not care? You're a girl too, just like me," I persisted, trying to reason with her. "Huh! We're not the same. You're from the group that remained strong while everyone else suffered during those chaotic times. You've got some nerve calling me out for not wanting to help you," she retorted angrily, tossing the pen in my direction. Percy swiftly intervened, catching it before it could hit me.

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.

Eleanor's scream tore through the night air, mingling with Ravon's final, fading howl of agony from somewhere deep within her mind. Bones cracked and muscles tore as massive wings burst from Perseus' back, shredding through his tunic. The membrane stretched taut between jagged spikes, casting monstrous shadows across the ground. His head swiveled with predatory focus, those burning eyes scanning the field—identifying targets, marking enemies. Fairies froze where they stood.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

“Careful, Elara. The wolves are hungry tonight.” Jackson reached the small dais where trays of wine gleamed. He lifted a glass, its ruby contents reflecting the chandeliers. “A toast,” he announced loudly, commanding the hall. “To my family. To survive. And to the ones strong enough to take what is rightfully theirs.” Every gaze swung toward Elara. Jackson stepped closer offering the glass with a fake smile on his face and heart deepen in secrets and anger.. “Drink with me, cousin. Let the academy see there’s no blood between us.”

The doors rattled as something hit them from the outside. *[End of Chapter 16 ]*