Dr Thorn Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

"Update on last night’s assassination: One of the victim has been identified as Marcus Thorne, CEO of Thorne Tech." The room instantly went cold. Julian’s hand tightened on the remote without a word. but the air around him seemed to darken. Thalia looked from the TV to Julian. "Marcus Thorne," Thalia whispered. “Do you know him?” "Why?" he asked. "Because you look like you just saw a ghost." "He was a ghost," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "One I’ve been trying to bury for five years. That bastard should have been long dead."

I turned my head—a movement that cost me more effort than slaying a Sentinel—and saw a man. He wasn't wearing golden armor or a lab coat. He was wearing green scrubs. He had a stethoscope around his neck and a look of pure, unadulterated terror on his face. This was the man whose name tag read *Dr. Marcus Thorne*. He shared the face of the Beta who had died a dozen times in my dreams, but here, he looked soft. He looked human. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "Elara, can you hear me? It’s Marcus. Your... your cousin."

He had a hand firmly planted on the small of Joshua’s back, his fingers splayed wide over the blue silk. The scent coming off Jax was a low, rolling thrum of Alpha dominance—neutral, powerful, and utterly foreign. "Dr. J," one of the Council elders called out, stepping forward. "We began to worry you’d been delayed." Joshua smiled. It was a beautiful, hollow thing. "My apologies. My partner and I lost track of time. Jax, this is the Harrington Council. Everyone, this is Jax Thorne. He’s a specialist in... private security."

The file titled: "The Valerius Project." Dark Thorne thought the war was over because he had a ring on her finger. He didn't realize that Izaib Moreno was no longer a law student. She was a Thorne. And Thornes didn't just win wars.

Fenris was calming down, simply because I was in the room. Beside the throne stood Beta Thorne, Draken’s trusted right hand. Thorne was a huge man, his face had scars from a dozen wars, his arms crossed over his chest with an expression of pure, unyielding loyalty to his King. Draken’s jaw clenched, but he didn't break eye contact as Kael led me to the center of the stone floor, stepping back to take his place beside the throne.

She was awake now, wailing, silver hair standing up around her head like static. “Moon’s true daughter,” he whispered, reverent and terrified at the same time. “300 years. And you’re even more than the records said.” Roric got between him and the bassinet, sword up. “Step back, Magister. Or die.” Thorne didn’t even break stride. He flicked his fingers. Roric went flying across the room and slammed into the wall hard enough to crack stone. He didn’t get back up. The two healers screamed and ran.

If the guy literally gifted with calming others is falling apart, we’re officially screwed. Suddenly, light explodes across the field—brilliant and blinding. Everyone shields their eyes. When it fades, Hecate, Selene, and a massive, shirtless man are standing in the clearing. Thor. My first Norse god in the flesh, and of course he looks like he bench-presses mountains. Eight feet tall. Abs for days. A fur-lined cape. Chainmail. War hammer. No shirt. I mean… if you’re gonna make an entrance…

“I did, that’s why I ran here, I am hoping he gets there before they move out, then they can all go in together and this whole mess can finally be finished, once and for all.” “I think that is wishful thinking for ow, we don’t even know the extent of the recruits Ace has, or the steps he has taken and you don’t know how resourceful he can be, he has quite the imagination you know, we shouldn’t underestimate him” I reply quietly, remembering some of his more creative forms of torture. A throat clearing makes us turn to the doorway, where Dr Thorne is standing looking at me with a slight frown upon his face.

“Yes! You did it! Mama’s so proud of you!” Just then, there’s a shimmering by the door to the room and Thor teleports into the room. “DADA!” Erick screams. “Dada! Didit! Didit!” “What did you do, little viking?” Thor says as he moves towards us. I haven’t seen him in two days. He and Hecate’s men have been out looking for Lucifer and trying to gather information in Tartarus. From the way that he looks, they didn’t find much and he’s exhausted.

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.