Ethan Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

she asks and he bits done a small piece of her hand making her yelp a little and pull her hand back. "Who are you?" he smirked leaning in real close to her face so close his nose almost grazes hers. "I am Evelynn Caya Heyes, that's who. You are Jaxon Shae O'Connor and I am Ethan's baby sister. You can't just keep kissing me." she informs him like he is stupid not knowing that. "I don't think you will keep thinking long on that one." he grins. "Oh and why do you say that?" she asks, bouncing her head to the side with a smirk matching his.

He explains. " I can read your thoughts only if I mark you". Thank God. “What makes Ethan different from you and Jacob?” I ask Jordan He looks up from his third burger, how can you eat that much and not gain much weight. "Ethan is an old werewolf, his parents are werewolves . He never had to learn how to shift from human to wolf. He's a lot stronger than us, a lot more powerful. His senses are more heightened, his sense of smell and hearing is better than ours." He then bites into a spoonful of potatoes.

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.

“That explains why he's engaged... to your sister.” We shared a small, bitter chuckle. Emily wasn't winning any "best person" awards. Definitely not with us. Merlina softened slightly, picking at her plate. “I'm not judging. Guilty pleasures happen. But some lines exist for a reason. Ethan's one of them… especially with his world. CEO of Hunter Corp, isn't he?” Yeah. Another big red warning. Ethan didn't do chaos. He crushed it. The real pain wasn't even the want. It was forcing it down because wanting him felt so wrong… yet somehow, so right. I was a sucker at denial.

she asked, more curious than excited. “Yes,” Ethan replied, his hand brushing her arm. “I’d starve without you, so you’re coming with me.” She smiled faintly. “Where are we going?” she asked, trying to muster interest. Ethan’s smile widened, but his eyes were already drifting, his mind half on business. “Cheri’s arranging the trip. I’ll tell you when it’s set. There’s a birthday party in Greece—my associate’s daughter, sweet sixteen. Why don’t you go shopping this afternoon for new bikinis?”

I replied, stuffing some bites of pancakes into my mouth, but she rushed towards me almost immediately, "What? Tell me you're fucking kidding." She yelled, shaking my shoulders without stopping, "Gosh, what the hell is wrong with you? I don't even know him?" "How? Are you even on planet earth? How the hell could you not know the famous Ethan Thompson of the Phoenix pack. How the hell could you not know Jackson uncle!" Heather yelled and it was at that moment I let go of whatever was stuck in my mouth dropping the fork on the plate, "J….jac…Jackson's uncle??"

Uncle, you promised to play with me after dinner. Come on, let's go play in my room. I have a lot of toys in my room, Ethan said excitedly. Ethan, Uncle can't play your toys with you. He is our Lycan and he can't be playing such games, Illebaye said in the best simple way she could. No, mom, uncle promised to play with me after dinner, Ethan said as he insisted on Lycan Cross to play with him.

Ethan is practically bouncing on the couch, his knee jiggling like he’s had three too many coffees. His eyes are wide, sparkling with a mix of mischief and awe. “Come on, Liv,” he says, leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. “Shift. Right now. I need to see it with my own eyes. I’ve read all the folklore and heard the whispers, but a real, live Lycan hybrid that also happens to be my soul tied baby sister? That’s gold, Liv. Absolute gold.”

A pause settled over the space. Then people began to talk excitedly among themselves. “Yo! There he is!” a girl shouted, rising from an ugly couch. She wore combat boots, a leather jacket filled with metal, and had one side of her head shaved clean. “The Ethan.” Ethan blinked. “The… what now?” A guy with silver piercings in his eyebrows and nose let out a laugh and tossed Ethan a dark bottle. “You’re the one who stood up to the Alpha twins and didn’t get broken. That makes you a legend around here.”

With his intriguing blue-grey eyes, disheveled black hair that screamed sex, a brilliant pearly smile, and that figure, Ethan resembled one of the flawlessly sculpted Greek gods you only saw in museums rather than a human being. No one would be be innocent or nice if everyone looked like Ethan Ricci. As much as I hate to admit it, that boy looked nice. It’s just every else that turns me off. The endless amount of girls he sleeps with, the way he wears his clothes make him look like a cheap douche, and is icky enough to flirt with me.