Iris Message Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

If you find anything strange in their behavior, you will me know” I said to him and he nodded. "Yes, your majesty," I was left with so much frustration that I wanted to punch away all my worries on the wall. I gritted my anger, allowing it to take over me for a bit before I slumped to the nearest chair in the room. What if something bad happened to iris that was why she isn't back yet. What if she has been attacked and killed. She couldn’t have leave without her bracelet. How would she disguise herself? Knowing she would be in danger and easily be spotted as well.

A life that wasn’t defined by survival but by connection. By… him. “Iris!” Percy’s voice carried lightly through the house. Moments later, small footsteps echoed. “Mom!” Iris rushed in, her face bright with energy. And then she stopped suddenly, eyes landing on the box Percy was holding. “What’s that?” Percy smiled. “Something for you.” She approached cautiously. He handed it over and she opened it... And gasped. “A laptop?!” Her eyes lit up instantly. “Is this really for me?”

My vision started to bleed into a dull, human brown, and for the first time in centuries, I felt small, weak, and utterly replaceable. "Darius!" Iris moved before I could tell her to run, and even though she didn't have a weapon, she had that specific look on her face—the one she got when she was about to ruin someone's entire life with nothing but a pen and a ledger. She stepped right between me and the chrome monster, her small frame looking impossibly fragile against its metallic mass. "Get back, Iris," I wheezed, trying to force my leaden legs to move, my voice a broken rasp. "It wants the power... it’ll strip the life out of you just to get to me."

Even as she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iris's hatred for the man burned like a raging fire. “When you die, I’ll bring Helen back into Luca’s life. She will help me as the puppet and dumb fool she is to take over everything and then I’ll get rid of her as well.” “You…will…never…matter” Iris whispered brokenly as much as she could muster the strength to. The smirk on her face was almost unnoticeable but Jace saw it just like he heard her quiet whispers and his face changed. He looked like a monster as he snarled in her face like a wild animal.

I said, looking down at the child “Cassandra was Ryker’s mate, and believe it or not, I know that she would be better at this position than I ever would be” “Plus, we won’t be leaving completely, if anything, we would be your pack’s new allies” Iris said, smiling at the girl. She looked up at us before hugging Iris, burying her head on her chest as she took a deep breath. “You are the only two who have helped us overcome our fears in this pack” she said, looking up at Iris. I smiled, remembering the day where she told the pack members that she wouldn’t hurt any of them before Ryker came out, reminding them that she SHOULD be fearing him if they wished to live within the pack’s grounds. The o

“I made sure of that. I am a cold bastard after all.” “I—” “Tell me one thing!” Lucas demanded again. “Right now!” “I told you, I can’t!” Iris yelled. “Why not?” Lucas pressed. “Because I don’t remember!” Iris screamed. “Then who are you?” Lucas asked quietly. Iris’s face twisted with rage and frustration. “I’m Iris! I’m—” “No,” Lucas said firmly. “You’re not. Iris would remember our training. So if you’re not her, then who are you?”

It showed the day Mom and I came back here and finally, it showed the moment of her death. I held Jasmine's hand and my breath as we watched the flames, hoping to see the purple flame. Suddenly the whole fire glowed purple and Jasmine and I fell to our knees in relief. The Witches nodded and smiled as the others looked confused. Mom turned to address the crowd. "The Goddess has shown us with the purple flame that Iris has been found worthy and will be welcomed into the Goddesses presence." Mom explained. Mom, Jasmine and I led the others in the chants and spells to assist Iris on her travels until the flames rendered everything to ash and extinguished. Moments later the ashes floated up into

Iris swallowed her main fears, temporarily forgotten. Her fingers clutching against her chest, curiosity pulling at her sleeves, Iris turned around, and there she saw him. Not just saw, met his eyes; they were a beautiful gray, almost ash, and they seemed to pull her in. Tugging her in his direction, she had no clue why. And he wasn't making it easy for her, his eyes refusing to quit hovering over her face. Iris's breath suddenly became heavier. What was it with this guy? "...Madame!" Amara's voice hit her with a jolt, "Why are you looking at the new Alpha like that?!"

” Now I could feel my face getting red. “For god sake, what is happening?” I raised my tone, not shouting but definitely not quiet instead, my mate needing comfort from me and her parents clearly fighting was enough to make me scared. “I am a dark witch.” Iris answered my question. My heart melted at her frightened tone as if she was scared that I was going to act differently to her. “So?” I asked. She sat up, untucking herself from my arms. “Not just any dark witch Cirdan but the most powerful to ever exist.” She explained.

"What the hell is going on?" He just shrugs as Iris comes up to each of us, kissing us. She saves me for last, so have the pleasure of seeing each of my mates' eyes turn a bright blue before going back to normal. It's like she is using our kisses to d******d the future plans to us. Her smile grows when she gets to me. "You are the most special of all, Peirce."