Lupa Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

“Twenty years ago, Alaric served no kingdom.” I studied him closely. “Then who did he serve?” “No one knows.” He paused. “Records from that time are scarce. Almost as if someone made sure of it.” I folded the note he provided and slipped it into my pocket. Alaric. I would remember that name. The disappearance of records pointed to deliberate effort. Someone had worked hard to bury the truth. I intended to dig until I found it. Seraphina’s POV That evening Mara asked me to help organize old books brought up from storage. We worked together in a quiet side room, dusting covers and placing volumes on the shelves. The work felt steady and familiar.

Luna's heart slammed against her ribs. "That's not possible," she whispered. "I'm nobody. I'm clumsy. I burn stew. I fall over my own feet at funerals. I am the least legendary person who has ever existed." "Tell that to the earth," Kade said grimly, and pulled her into a run.

I patted her head, standing up hurriedly, remembering mum’s words. “Lydia has been defeated. The rest is through the key.” “You’re still recovering,” Ava protested, the minute I stood up. “You shouldn’t be up, Cas—” I sighed. “Look…” I began narrating everything that happened. Of how I saw mum, and how Lydia and Francesca were being dragged to Hades. And her last words, before I woke up. “The key?” Ava let out alarmingly. “Yes, do you know of it?” “It’s a she. She is Piper.” she replied. “We need to get to Piper!”

“You must really like seeing me fall then.” I chuckled. Fun was the least of it. I couldn't handle seeing him fall or get hurt...but he didn't need to know that. “You should ask yourself why you do that often.” I regretted it the moment the words came out. Bitting my lips and watching him, he didn't quite seem bothered. To the contrary, he laughed. “Probably one of the spells you have on me, Medusa.” I lifted a brow at him. “What’s that?” “A witch from Percy Jackson, ” he said with his lips curled up.

“I think she didn’t die, she is back. I said and he took a swift turn to look at me before signalling with his hand asking who was back. “The rightful Luna of the Pack and betrothed to the Alpha Karl is back but the only thing is she has lost her memory and can’t remember anything, I even heard Alpha Karl call her Avery I guess it’s a name he gave to her to have an identity,” I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her.

Elizabeth ran down the stairs and wasn’t paying attention running straight into her mom as she was coming around the corner. “Lizzy! Is something wrong? Are you ok?” Lily asked her daughter who was pale white and looked like she was in shock. A scared Lizzy asked her mother what Rosie suggested “Mom, are..are...are werewolves a real thing? Like do they exist. Can they be in your head? Was dad a were? Is he even dead? Mom I am so confused.” Lily dropped the plate of pancakes she was holding and looked at her daughter so scared, she knew she should have told her earlier, she thought this would happen her daughter is a half-blood. No hiding it now. The truth must come out.

She thrashed, the chains rattling, her screams echoing off the wooden walls. “Luciana!” she finally spat, her voice hoarse. “My name’s Luciana.” “Good girl,” I said, stepping back, twirling the penknife. “Now, where’s your mate? The one who bit my friend. I need his blood.” Luciana’s chest heaved, her dark brown hair sticking to her sweat-slicked face. “I don’t know where he is,” she lied, her eyes darting away.

Luna Nazia, Eira Haris, Caira Mirza, and a few other she-Lycans with the aura of ranked-members, were gathered in the Living Hall. Upon sighting me, Luna Nazia gestured for me to join them. I exchanged a glance with Sofia. Aside from the Lycan Leader, we couldn’t determine who else was involved in Eira Haris’s scheme. But for safety’s sake, we decided to be on guard with every member of the Pacific sea. As they said, better safe, then sorry. I grabbed Sofia’s hand and pulled her into the hall. “Luna Nazia, Lady Eira…Caira, meet my best friend, Sofia Parsa. She’s come to join us for the Moon Dance.” I introduced her with a bright smile. If they noticed how fake it was, they didn’t show it.

"The little girl who has no magic power at all, how much power can she have? The first thing you need to do is to use a method like burning your life to hurt your enemy and think that you can kill me? Ulric, Ulric, I didn't expect it, but I ended up dying in the hands of me that you never even looked at. I clearly heard the bones of the body creaking sound, gradually, but gradually transformed into a huge werewolf, in the big black wolf did not dare to look at it jumped to its front, fiercely smashed two fists after one up and down picking its mouth hard, no matter how it struggles can not get rid of me. I heard a crunching sound, the wolf's head was broken into two halves, and the black wol