Iris Message Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

"It took you twenty-one years to speak up? You don't deserve any mercy, and I wish you all the pain that you have caused me and my family." Sarah's heartbeat pounded, and her husband placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Let her continue, honey," Geoffrey pleaded. "Iris managed to escape and attended a beauty contest hosted by Alpha Adonis, the Lycan king. He fell in love with her, and she won the competition, but someone revealed her identity to Adonis, and her father Alexander was responsible for Adonis's wife's death. Adonis hates Alexander and wants revenge for the loss of his wife. If not for Adonis' love for Iris, he might have killed her. He left her imprisoned instead."

he asked. I look at the burnt in my body and sighed. "I'm fine. As long as I recover I can heal my own wounds." He nodded. "What happened exactly, Iris?" I turned to Rio as he spoke. "I really don't know. I just saw that the color of my fire changed. It became blue." And then I told them what happened. "Blue is the hottest fire a trait user can do. And because it suddenly came out you were shocked and out of control. Is Iris right?"

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

I glared around, then ran off to meet Beta Bachrill. OMG!!! "Please, what's this for? Who's she..? And why is she asking me to come over?" I asked, fidgeting. "Calm down… she's not going to hurt you, Irisha… she's only here to help you out." Gamma Sly mentioned. "Help me..? How do you mean she's not going to hurt me.. can't you see how weird she's looking..? Um, I mean.. I-I- umm- she's not normal!" My stuttering ability triggered. Never knew I had one.

If I didn’t, I’d tear down the world myself. Whatever Ryker was about to say, he didn’t. Instead, he turned on his heel. “I’m going to keep searching.” He said, then glanced over his shoulder. “Whoever took Iris should pray that the moon goddess grants them a quick death. Because if I find them first… I won’t.”

Lucious didn't know when that came out of his mouth, but he was looking for something to give him a different feeling from the confusing thoughts about Amelia he was swinging in. Iris didn't answer so he just took her hand and moved it to him. Iris was intrigued, she didn't know what made her hand move happily to touch her alpha, something in her pushed her and she let go of the retrain in her mind and let her alpha show her what it felt to touch a god.

Inside, Iris sat behind her desk and looked at me. “I will tell him the truth,” she said. “That you have been seeing Dorian. That he delivered a warning about Frank and a trip. That the visions are not madness but a pattern. I will not ask your permission. I am telling you as a courtesy because you deserve to know before it happens.” I nodded. There was nothing left to say. Iris went briefly still. Her eyes unfocused for a moment, then cleared. She had used what werewolves called a mind link.

“No need to be a bitch about it. I’m just telling you how it works.” I snort. “Still. Good to know. We should make sure everyone else knows too.” Her eyes light up. “We could send an Iris message.” “Wait—Iris as in rainbow goddess Iris?” “Yeah. You call on her, use a rainbow as the conduit, and send a message through it. It’s actually pretty simple—just gotta make a rainbow.” Persephone looks lighter. Brighter. Focused. “Well, shit,” I say, standing. “Let’s make a rainbow.”

We need them to still believe we are stupid and don’t know what they are. Iris- I don’t know what they are. Zaphyra- Ingrid is part wolf part Siren. Daria is all Siren. Iris- A daughter of Poseidon. Zaphyra- Just as you are a daughter of Selene. Iris takes a deep breathe, calming herself before answering Daria. “No, thank you, I think I want to try it today,” Iris smiles.

The sun reflected off of it, scattering rainbow shimmers along the wall. My eyes scanned the thick sheet of paper with visible unease. My jaw dropped as something clicked within me, realization crossing my eyes. The paper felt heavy in my hands. My fingers curled and uncurled around it as my eyes scanned the thick script that seemed etched into the paper. An invitation to Iridian sat in my hands, addressed to me. To, Rachel Tress