Eros Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

I hate it when I lose control of the things happening around me. “You are brave and beautiful, fierce and caring, the most industrious woman and present mother. I am proud to call you my daughter but this guilt-trip is unnecessary. You need to rest!” Eric maintained. I inhaled sharply looking into his eyes, it held so many emotions for a nobody like me— an Omega! Most times I attempt to wrap my head around the fact that Eric Han chose me against all odds! This man has a pure heart of gold and I was forever in debt to him for giving me a life I never could imagine for myself.

Mommy didn't cry, her 21 day fasting head really paid off. "I will get the Argus II booklet". He left the office. "Iya Toku, God is in control, this is the last surgery, in Jesus name". I replied with an Amen but at this point, I thought maybe it was part of God's plan that I am blind. We took the booklet which was more of a heavy folder when Mommy gave it to me to carry. We stopped at Next Cash and Carry Hypermarket. I sat in the car with Mommy while Mr. Olu went off to buy all the things for my new dietary journey.

Not after the game that he played. I took a cautious step closer to the banister, heart racing in my chest. I wanted to hear what they were talking about. Being outside, I knew that I couldn't. Not every word at least. Most of the roles in the house were soundproof and considering the fact that most of the PAC members were talking, that muffled up a lot of what was being said, but I heard enough. “…Omega wouldn’t still be breathing under your roof.” My stomach twisted. That bastard.

She's strong for an old lady, I must say. "My child, who has inherited the fire-like eyes of the Goddess of fire, you will meet eyes with the darkest of green that will take you to nature, eyes with the darkest of blue that will take you to the deepest part of the ocean, eyes with the lightest shade of blue that shall refresh your soul, you are bound to have a journey full of hate, love, happiness, and sadness. Seraphina, remember this, you are the fated child of a God and was given to us. You who will end the misery of our clan, after thousands of years. They finally gave you to us." She said. I don't know how and what to react to this.

The other men began to shoot at me, but I was slinking back into the shadow realm before any bullets could hit me. Emerson had turned into his lycon and was tearing off a man's head. Tally was using her combat skills after rendering the man's gun useless. Percy had hidden away, using his chameleon skin to disguise himself. Percy wasn't meant for fighting. He's more the eyes and ears of our operation. Kellan is more our charmer. He gets us information and access to what we need. Neither of them should be here now. If anything happens to them we get punished…those pampered princesses.

A life that wasn’t defined by survival but by connection. By… him. “Iris!” Percy’s voice carried lightly through the house. Moments later, small footsteps echoed. “Mom!” Iris rushed in, her face bright with energy. And then she stopped suddenly, eyes landing on the box Percy was holding. “What’s that?” Percy smiled. “Something for you.” She approached cautiously. He handed it over and she opened it... And gasped. “A laptop?!” Her eyes lit up instantly. “Is this really for me?”

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.