Chapter 16 Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

I was the last to reach the scene of utter chaos, my eyes searching for only one through the crowd of gods, staff and soliders running on their toes or dragged along by their friends away and out of the two doors that shuts close with a bang leaving only a handful behind within a matter of seconds. "You don't deserve Percy Jackson!" I familiar voice rage directing the strange accusation at a very drunk Poseidon. Tired, sleepy and drunk she was unharmed, but was barely balancing herself on the stool by the open bar with a formal blue jacket draped over her shoulder.

That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Samantha's pov Hector was just about to pull the trigger when we hear gunshots outside, "Apollo! Dad!" Perseus shouts running up the stairs and that's when Hector starts running. "We are here check your father and brother," Aphrodite shouts as soon as Perseus finds us. Perseus bends down feeling for a pulse at Aris first then he went to Apollo, "I'm sorry," he cries as I hear Aphrodite screams.

Percy’s sinister presence, standing guard behind the dark throne—and of course, the fear that had consumed her when the eerily looking monarch broke through her spell, like he was present with her in her room… “He even spoke to me, he said ‘I see you’ or something related to that. Can’t really remember the words because I started convulsing immediately afterwards.” Chloe listens intently, her face growing more intense—more serious with each passing moment. When Demika finishes, Chloe takes a deep breath, her mind already working through the implications—leans back, her fingers drumming against the armrest. "Dr. Percy is involved, no doubt about it," Chloe says, her voice low. "But my father.