Iris Message Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

She said and pulled out her lips and squinted her eyes. Shirley chuckled. "That little trick doesn't work on me Az cap." Azriel's legendary trick had failed her for the very first time. She'd do this when she needed a favor from someone, and it always went her way, even if it wasn't supposed to. She'd pull her lower lip out and squint her eyes, and she became victorious regardless of the situation. One time, she made the chief so pissed for some unknown reason, and before she would show up to work, chief Tador kept yelling at anyone and everyone he saw, threatening to confront Azriel hard and direct. Azriel showed up, and before he could yell at her, she'd already pulled her lip out and squi

But why? My blood boiled in my ears, and Ryker crawled to the surface with a growl, my eyes still not leaving him as more rogues and witches rushed to where I was. I fought my way through the witches that swamped in the mist. Suddenly, from nowhere, lines of fire broke out, circling the witches, and lighting some rogues on fire. A figure moved speedily in the haze, slashing their heads off with a long sword made from the fire itself, and his body burning with flames that didn't bother him at all. It had to be him. The phoenix Ciri had mentioned.

Anyone with eyes would see that she was no man, not even a teenaged boy. Iris had nothing left to lose anymore; she was as trapped and helpless as she’d been when she was drugged into compliance by Gideon and his monster Guardians. That same crazed courage that got her up and out of the compound, and told her to give the camera the finger, and pushed her to hide in the back of a stranger’s van, rose up in her again, making her feel that odd combination of reckless and invincible.

"Five hundred thousand." The drive home was becoming increasingly irritating. The girl – Iris, according to her papers – wouldn't shut up. "Why me? What are you going to do to me? Where are we going?" I kept my eyes fixed on my phone, scrolling through emails. Usually, I enjoyed it when they begged, but her voice was grating on my nerves. "Answer me! You can't just—" "Marcus." I didn't need to say more. My man reached back, producing a cloth gag.

She gesticulated to her with her hands, and after nodding to her in agreement, he extended the rolled paper out to me. I collected it grateful, and peered down at the picture, studying the lady in the mermaid gown. Red hair, check. Pale skin, check. I strolled down to one of the riders in red ink that read: 'Has Iris Sawyer's bad luck found it's way into the mansion with her?'. Her name is Iris Sawyer. My eyes bulged with child-like excitement. I called out to Amber and the lovebirds, leaving the startled clueless couple transfixed at my hilarious display.

“And Luci over here also gave a history of missing wives.” “Awww, isn't that cute? Two different Lucians with a common reputation, and unique nicknames yet they couldn't be friends. A pity.” He shook his head. “The energy you use in speaking, insert it in driving and I bet that we’d be in blood rune by now.” Azariel uttered. “Hey! I am driving faster.” If Iris had escaped to Blood rune, then I'd have to see Lucian. He would be able to find her no matter where she was in the pack.

I turned and looked at Jack, who was still finding it hard to accept that I was really from alpha Keith. "Wait, I want to have a word with him." "Sure, you can, after all, he is your culprit." I move closer to him. "I understand that you don't trust me because I am getting too close to your alpha and you are here to protect him, so I am not going to judge you..." I made that part audible then I moved closer. "I am not Rose, I am Iris Bill, the daughter of alpha Bill and I am here to take revenge on your alpha, I will kill him for killing my parents and Rejecting me as his mate and for causing my people to suffer." I mouthed, his eyes turned red, and he grabbed my throat.

IRIS "Let go of my hand, you monster!" I yelled at the top of my voice as Oscar tried to pin me down. "Iris, let's try and talk over this." He pleaded, but I wasn't ready to hear another word from him. He was a liar, a cheat, and only loved me because he found my father's wealth mesmerizing. He didn't care a bit about how I was feeling or what I was going through. He was after the money, and that was what comes first. Nothing else matters.

We had already crossed too many lines to turn back. Iris emerged from the shadows, her pale face framed by the flickering light of a dozen candles. Her dark robes swirled around her like a cloak of darkness, and the aura of power surrounding her was unmistakable. Her eyes, silver as moonlight, glittered with malicious intent. She had been waiting for us, and I could see the hunger in her gaze. "Maxine, Marcus," Iris greeted us with a slow, knowing smile. "I trust you’ve come to the right decision."

She looked to be someone who was cataloging every potential threat and every potential weakness in the span of a single glance. Iris. Mother Witch of the Petalis Coven. Cain had called in a favor to get her here. The relationship between wolves and witches had been complicated. There was a betrayal that had shattered the fragile alliance between covens and packs. Most covens wanted nothing to do with canine packs now. The Petalis Coven was different. Iris had maintained a quiet neutrality throughout the conflict. She was a pragmatist. She went where the problems were interesting and the compensation was worth her time.