Hoover Dam Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

We needed to save Hecate first and I was not going to cause any distractions. I watched as Damien walked down to the pool and stopped. Then he looked up to the moon which was now etched in all its glory in the sky. "It is I, Future Alpha Damien of Dark Wood. I am but your humble servant and I have come to you in a desperate time of need. Please, save my sister. . ." He begged and placed her into the water. I moved closer to the edge as I stared down at Hecate, waiting to see any changes but nothing was happening.

Emory felt a force summoning her closer to it, reminding her of her connection with the goddess during the hunter’s moon. In close proximity to the statue, Emory recognized it for what it was: an illusion made of sea steel. Awestruck, she approached the magical artefact slowly, amazed that it wasn’t floating any more. As her fingertips brushed the cold metal surface, reality melted away. Suddenly, Emory stood in a pitch-dark hall unable to see anything. She felt anxiety surge through her as she recalled Hendrick’s talk about the prophecy. You’re here, at last, my dear Emory. To truly save the wolves I have to purge the scourge of Lycans from every star system.

But he wasn't the one pulling the chains. Pinned to the platform by six harpoons was Damon. His nine-foot wolf form was covered in gashes, his fur matted with ash. The silver wires attached to the harpoons were coiled around his forearms running down into the gears of the lift mechanism. He was physically dragging the platform up from the burning depths using his strength. "Jasmine " Damon rasped. His voice was a broken growl. His eyes locked onto the ledge where Jasmine's wolf was trying to navigate the collapsing perimeter. "The vial...give me the vial..."

I watched as he created the bubbles for Kel and Diego and we all jumped into the water and swam for his palace. On the way, I had to ask one important question that has been bugging my mind. " Sorry, but does it mean Percy Jackson is real and is my half-brother?" I'm an absolute fan of him and I've read basically every book there is about him. I didn't think he was real. " Oh, Percy is very real and yes, he's your half brother" That's sooooo cool. Omigosh.

His fated mate, Hera, was supposed to be fully mated to him in a week. I watched the trio with morbid curiosity without realizing just how morbid it would be. Hera caught Damian cheating on her and with more than one she-wolf. All hell broke loose until finally, Hera threw herself off a cliff; the fated bond breaking. The gold flared to life and burst, just as Finn and Noah’s had. It still brought tears to my eye; seeing it. It was beautiful. Damian turned to his Gamma, who was Justin, and as their eyes met you watched the bond solidify.

She is your mercy. I look at my hands. They’re glowing with symbols that move like living water and living fire both. Permanent this time. Not on my skin. In it. Dacia hugs me (the first time she’s ever done that). Dacia (whisper): “Poseidon’s going to be insufferable when he finds out a sixteen-year-old girl just surpassed him with kindness.” I laugh until I cry again. When I step out of the mist-space, it’s dawn in Shambhala.

The vampire smiled and walked behind me, yanking my hair back and exposing the veins on my neck, he licked the vein and I tried hard not to be sick. ‘’You think your Werewolf lover -- Percy is going to come save you don’t you?’’ He whispered into my ear and even then tied up as I was, scared and badly needing to use the bathroom, my heart still started the erratic beating I was now so familiar with. Percy. What had happened to him? . . . . and why was this male referring to him as a Werewolf? I hoped these vampires with the audacity to kidnap their princess hadn’t harmed him. I wondered what I would do, how I would feel if they had.

A bubble of water is suspended in the air over Danielle’s head and Ellinore has the flames from 2 candles forming an ‘X’ in front of her. “I swear, babe, I thought you would stop it” Ellinore looks terrified and Danielle, upon closer inspection is soaked and looks murderous. “You’re the water queen, right? I figured it would just roll off and leave you dry, or at the very least you could stop it before it got to you.” “You do realize that I manipulate water, right? I’m not f**king Percy Jackson, son of the sea god.” Danielle seethes, talking through her teeth.

They all hoped that Ariel would return to them in one piece. Damien kept on thinking of places they might be hiding her, but he fell short on places they haven't already checked. He even asked for help from neighboring packs, and even with their combined strength, they still couldn't find her or their hideout. He wanted to give up, but he couldn't because giving up would mean him killing himself as well. He couldn't see a world without Ariel, she was his lifeline and if she left he would be left with his air. His train of thought was interrupted by someone barging into his office "Who do you think you are-" it was Jasmine and she was completely covered in blood from her head down to her toes

His eyes were milky white blind. I searched his pockets. I found a scroll. I unrolled it. It was a drawing of Leo. And a map. A map of the Temple of Echoes. But there were notes scribbled in the margins. The Father will defend. Separate him. The Mother knows. She carries the book. My blood ran cold. She carries the book. They knew I had the Weaver's notebook. They knew I knew who they were. "Helen," Damian said behind me. I turned. Damian was holding Leo, but he was looking at me. He was looking at the scroll in my hand. "What is that?" he asked. "Intel," I said, my hand shaking. Damian walked over. He took the scroll from me. He read the notes. The Mother knows. He looked up. His face was a