Chapter 16 Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

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✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ Percy is always asking for trouble. It’s like he has a second calling that happens to be a troublemaker. When he asked me to teach him something new, I gotta admit, I was angry.

Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, but that was quickly replaced by a menacing look. “Well, well” he growled, “you going to give me a challenge boy?” “Much more than that” I ground out, willing my flames to burn brighter, come on Helios don’t let me down I thought. As if he heard me, I felt a pulse of power as my flames turned from orange to blue, getting infinitely hotter. I grinned, now we were talking. This mother fucker was going down. I widened my stance and planted my feet firmly as he rushed toward me, without thinking I channeled my power toward him; the blue blast knocking him off his feet. His shirt was smoking, my fire having burned it, in fact burned most of it with just a few rag

“Mummy…” Sophia looked down. “Yes?” Seraphina whispered: “I think someone is still watching us.” Behind them the blank page on the table slowly turned itself. One sentence appeared. CHAPTER 163 HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN. End of Chapter 162 TO BE CONTINUED…

Ray replied and tightened his grip over the orb. “Do you think they would have noticed by now? That Ares is dead?” Mane wondered, swaying from the subject. “They should have. After all, Olympus has its way. Like Asgard’s Black Book, Olympus has its own method. It’s just a bit…flashier.” “I wish I was there to see it though,” Ray suddenly added. “See what?” Mane couldn’t help but wonder. “Perseus face,” Ray grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

"I need to leave now." His gaze changed from teasing to serious, as he got up, pinning me swiftly to the chair. "I'm sorry I can't let you do that yet." "What!" Was he trying to kidnap me, and take me to Hades? The thoughts made me shriek. This was a wrong idea! I shouldn't have followed him at first. If he took me to the underworld and Hades fed me anything from there, I was a goner. There'd been stories of people being trapped in the underworld, after eating anything from thereof. Persephone was a living testimony.

Jason finally stood up and saw her smirking, the blades formed in his hands, she frowned, pressure began to slam into jason, it felt like the finger of a giant was intent on crushing him as he gritted his teeth, summoning all the energy he had to withstand the weight, "Where did you get that?!" She said, "None of your business!" he replied attacking, A very serious mistake, Jason was parried and a serious pain took my breath out and made me fall clenching my stomach, she held his hand and saw the bracelet mark, "So you're aethers boy" she said, He glared angrily, his head still reeled, "Now let's start with the introductions" she said, "I'm perilia, the moon goddess and patron of the loup-de

He ignored the exhausted, haggard state he was in, charging through the crowd of staring gods to grab the hem of my divine robes: "Thalia! I finally found you! Do you have any idea how much I've missed—" Before he could finish his sentence, I flicked my sleeve coldly, blasting him backward across the marble floor. "Who gave you the audacity to lay your filthy hands on the Heir of Olympus?" Orion stared at me in disbelief: "What did you say? The Heir of Olympus?" His mother let out a shrill, hysterical laugh: "Thalia! Did you sell your soul to some dark god just to shed your mortality?!"