Golden Fleece Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.

I budged but it didn't do anything. "You are not going there without a plan. We don't even know what she looks like." He said. He does have a point, going there without a plan is suicide. "You don't need to do this." The young boy said. "Kid, the princess of the clan is as important as an elder. The princess keeps the balance of each clan, you guys need her." Zale explained. Zale is smart, good-looking, a little bit innocent, and is kind. Thank goodness he is like this because I have no patience to explain these kinds of things. He is also explaining to the children that I am in a bad mood because of the story they told us. "Anyways, do you kids know what she looks like? Or what her name is?

Demeter gave him a sharp look, and he retreated into silence again. Her father introduced her to Athena, the armor-clad goddess. She had piercing dark eyes, a helmet on her head, an attire with an aegis, and an extremely long spear. Her crystal shield also had the head of the Gorgon on it. Persephone had never seen this goddess before. She now realized how insignificant she was compared to her half-sister. Athena looked at her with a soft gleam in her eyes though she said nothing. "Demeter, your child is a blessing. She is even more beautiful than I had imagined," another goddess said, coming over to envelope Persephone in her arms. "She looks like she is destined for greatness."

“Where are you heading?” One of the Ayruzian told them, “Are you new here? (The werewolf warrior nodded) In this direction, there is heaven. Heaven is named Frozen Crescent. Heaven has a wine waterfall. Our crown prince is throwing us a party over the victory of Raven wizard king, witch and filthy werewolves.” Soon after the drunken Ayruzian told the information, one of the warrior werewolves hurried to inform his beta prince, Karen Redclaws. “My lord, there is a placed called Frozen Crescent, they say the place has winefall and they are celebrating their victory over defeating us.”

However, ever since he managed to produce so much purple gold from his storage, Percy was immediately very intrigued. He wanted to find out what kind of background the man had, and how he amassed such a large fortune! They were talking about twenty pieces of purple gold! On top of that, he even took out two pieces in the last battle, so that was twenty-two pieces. He was sure that purple gold was not the extent of Fane's riches as well. Nymm might actually have been right, and the man had found some ancient treasure to sell. Otherwise, there was no way he would be so generous!

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

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.

“Welcome to our 45th Gauntlet Games!–” Loud cheers erupted, hooting and roars. At the side of the dais, the four visiting Alphas stood in a row, preening at their supporters. Well–all except Alpha Odys. His expression remained blank. “–As is tradition, we’ll kick off the games with the hunt for the Ceryneian Hind.” The Ceryneian was a monstrous fire-snorting doe with a spotted hide and large golden antlers. It was a powerful mystical relic kept at Lyklos Keep that would come to life when placed in the heart of a forest. Once animated, it would roam until captured, after which it would return to its statuesque state.

She glanced to the side; Gladia followed Lia’s gaze with a frown. “What is it this time?” Gladia jeered. Light and airy footsteps echoed in the distance, as if whoever owned those feet were walking on air, and then golden light began to shine from Gladia’s chest. It was the pendant — the gold sparkling against Gladia’s white shirt. “What—what is this?!” Gladia’s hiss rose to a shriek, clawing at the pendant as though it had turned molten, burning her. Her fingers tore at the chain, but it refused to snap. The glow only intensified, crawling across her skin like fireflies turning into flames.

The sunset had dyed the water a mingling of gold and red, like ichor and mortal blood run together. He stood there a long while. Then he drew something out from inside his cloak. It was the amulet I had worn in life, the small gold disc with the one word cut into it: Peace. He had kept it all this time. He raised it to his lips and kissed it. Then he let go. The amulet fell into the water and sank. A glint of gold flashed beneath the surface, and then it was gone. Zeus turned and walked toward the far end of the bridge.