Drew Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

" What do we do? It seems that Drew has the backing of all mages at this point. I have no idea what he is promising them but I know one thing is for sure. I've dated Drew before" " Okay? Why did you feel the need to mention that you have dated him?" " Because I still know Drew. He's still the same vile person from before only thing is that he's gotten worse, that's all. I guess all these years of being underestimated got him plotting for the worst crimes." " So what are you saying? You know him still?" " Yes that's what I'm saying" "Okay and? " " And I know that Drew is a perfectionist. When he plots things he loves it going EXACTLY how he planned. If we can breach his plan with something so

"Drew who?" "Andrew-Blake Ozera." Wow I really should've known that. He was the kid who saw my escape all those years ago. Funny, I couldn't recall him ever being a serious fighter. He never paid attention in class or anything. Now that I thought back on it, there really weren't any other Moroi boys back then with hair like his. Glancing over my shoulder back at them, I noticed with a smile that his hair was still pretty much the same, perhaps a tiny bit longer but no drastic difference. In other words, it was as messy as it could get! I wonder what changed him to becoming a dedicated fighter. The skill he showed in that lesson spoke of thorough and highly intense training for years.

'' Drew seethed. "Who the hell are you?" he screamed through the phone. "Oh, you don't know. I'll tell you who I am. I'm Drew, adopted son and friend of Nikolas and the heir apparent to the four kingdoms. You have troubled us for far too long but an end has finally come. I will make you pay for everything you've done. You hear me, Jed?'' Drew growled. He cut the call, flinging the phone away in his haze of anger. He walked towards Laura, comforting her to the best of his abilities.

However, Sira knew him very well. "Gracie" Sira's voice shudders, "No!" "Yes!" Gracie smirks. "He's the perfect candidate. I remember, he had transferred here last year only and he's somewhat like a nerd. Don't talk to anyone. Always hiding behind those thick glasses. Focusing only on studies. He's clearly very awkward and a virgin. Plus, I don't think anyone in our school even knows if he exists." Jason Drew. Gracie only knew his name because his locker was just beside hers. He never utters a word in the class and she doesn't recall a day where her eyes ever met his.

said the golden haired guy in a stern tone. ‘Why do I feel like I have seen him somewhere? Was he present when vampires attacked us last week? Oh, yes! He was the one who was about to burn all the vampires from Evandor’s best friend’s special team.’ thought Ira clapping when she recognized the guy correctly. ‘What was his name again? Perry? Perky? Ah! Why did I drink too much that day? Puree? Oh yeah! Percy! It was Percy!’ thought Ira happily and focused her attention towards the pale guys.

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

" The prince chokes the alpha’s son. Zeus Calvin, Emily, and Drake’s son cried. Drake’s eyes were on fire. He won’t let them hurt his son, not in front of him. "Choke him to death..." Drake breathed heavily, and in just a snap, he was strangling the rouge’s prince. His veinous muscles were showing, definitely choking him to death. "You don’t have the right to touch my heir. I will kill you, break your bones, and send your soul to hell."

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.

“You must really like seeing me fall then.” I chuckled. Fun was the least of it. I couldn't handle seeing him fall or get hurt...but he didn't need to know that. “You should ask yourself why you do that often.” I regretted it the moment the words came out. Bitting my lips and watching him, he didn't quite seem bothered. To the contrary, he laughed. “Probably one of the spells you have on me, Medusa.” I lifted a brow at him. “What’s that?” “A witch from Percy Jackson, ” he said with his lips curled up.

“I am composed, elegant, and… stylishly chaotic.” I snorted. “Composed and chaotic in the same sentence? That’s literally you, Percy. You’re the actual assistant, not me. I just do paperwork and moral support.” Percy gasped again. “Finally, someone gets it! I’ve been tirelessly searching for dresses I can wear to the wedding. My life is a full-time preparation mission.” Davin laughed, shaking his head. “You’re going to need a whole separate closet for this wedding prep, Percy.”