Ethan Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Damon: “What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked Ethan, my best friend and beta, glaring at him. “How the hell can the Omega be gone without anyone knowing where she went?” “We couldn’t find her at her house. I knocked a few times, and when she didn’t respond, I broke the door down, but she wasn’t there…” “Find her,” I said, cutting him off. Ethan nodded and ran out to follow my order, knowing I wasn’t joking around at this point. The last thing that I wanted to deal with was that Omega wasa was running away right now.

They looked at the sleeping Emily with expressions ranging from pity to disdain. "She sleeps again," Seraphina noted, her voice cool. "The human constitution is... remarkably inefficient." "She is recovering from trauma," Ethan said, placing himself between them and the bed. "State your business." "Our business is the survival of the King," Lord Blackwood rumbled. He was a massive wolf, ancient and scarred. "The boy, Ethan. He is volatile. Yesterday, he levitated a nanny because she tried to make him eat peas." "He is five," Ethan defended. "And he is powerful."

Sprawled across his lap was Ethan. At six years old, her son was all knees and elbows, growing too fast. Ethan’s head rested on Liam’s shoulder, one hand clutching the worn velvet cape he refused to travel without. "Super-Ethan," he called himself. He thought he could fly if he jumped from the right height. Aurora’s throat tightened. A portrait of peace. An illusion of safety.

messy black hair" was a perfect match for Ethan’s. "Are we hiding again?" Leo asked, his gray eyes—so like Aria’s—searching Ethan’s face. Ethan knelt. He didn't think about the "Zero-Point Data" or the "System Collapse." He reached out and pulled the boy into a clumsy, hesitant embrace. "No, Leo. We’re not hiding. We’re just... staying." "Mommy said you were a prince," Leo whispered into Ethan’s shoulder. "But you don't have a crown."

“Yeah, well, the prophecy didn’t ask for my permission.” Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, deliberate, not running like the others. A figure stepped through the wreckage—tall, lean, dark hair pulled back, eyes sharp as broken glass. Ethan. Relic Discovery Lead for the underground network that had been feeding us scraps of truth for months. He looked like he’d run through hell to get here and still had the energy to look pissed. “You picked a hell of a night for a family reunion,” he said, stepping over a dead wolf without looking down. “But I’ve got something. Something that might keep you from tearing yourself apart the next time that happens.”

They glance at each other, then back at me. “You’re their Omega,” she says. “Marcus’s lost kid.” “Felix,” I tell her. “And you?” “Chloe,” she says. She points at the guy. “That’s Ethan. He doesn’t talk much. So I handle introductions.” Ethan frowns at her, but says nothing. “I promise he’s not mute,” she adds. “He just prefers using his fists. On bad people.” I smile. She smiles back. “We used to watch Eli sometimes,” she says. “He’s a sweet kid.”

He reeks of hotness. “What is his name again?” I rolled my eyes and pretended to look elsewhere other than his direction. “I have no idea, he looks like an asshole” Jake says in an unamused tone. “Are you crazy? He looks like a Greek God! I bet you are jealous of the attention he was receiving” “Hell no, People like him have money and power. I am sure he is corrupted” somehow, his comments about Ethan makes my blood boil. He doesn't know the slightest bit about the Greek God yet he is portraying him as a corrupted man and an Asshole!?

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

“The man has the title of the head of the four Gods of War in South Light! How can he just kneel willy nilly?!” “So what if he’s a God of War? Have you not heard? Numbers outweigh one’s capabilities! There’s no way he can fight this many people!” “Once Ethan kneels, it’s only a matter of time before our Prince York will follow suit…” Ethan’s face changed along with the sounds of the Yorks laughing their heads off, he whispered so that only three people could hear and said with his head low: “Chief Instructor, leave this to me. “You are priceless, there is no reason for you to risk your body for a few ants!

I nodded, sensing that whatever he was going to tell me was something important and personal. "About my brother, Aiden," he continued, his eyes clouded with emotion. "We're twins, my name is Ethan, and we've always been really close. But Aiden, he's always been a bit introverted, you know? He's not like me, always talking and laughing and making friends easily." I nodded again while listening intently as Ethan spoke. Then I offered him a seat next to me on the bench. Jackson just got his operation started so while waiting, I want to know more about this monster who attacked his teammates.