Nemesis Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

JAMIE His towel was hanging low on his hips covering a part of him that I haven't seen in a very long time. His body wasn't one that I had forgotten, nor anyone else that had seen it before me I'm sure. Mason Knight is the image of perfection, like a Greek god just with a shitty attitude! I almost wanted to scream because he was standing before me in a towel dripping wet, and for the first time since he's come back into my life I didn't hate the sight of him.

Derek fired angrily, already at his limit. “I understand the reason for your anger, and sincerely, I deserve to be punished for all that I did. But I want you to know that I only did all that due to anger and jealousy, and I deeply regret it,” Dave said with a sad chuckle. “Like I said, I’m so glad to see you two before I die. You see, my nemesis has finally caught up with me, and now it’s time to pay for my own sins.” Dave continued, and for some unknown reason, Derek couldn’t find his anger anymore; he felt a pang of pity for his brother, but he pretended not to.

The strain of his power had taken its toll; although he had managed to harness it, it was too late, and as flames engulfed the forest, all she could do was summon rain. The enemy's warriors retreated, while some pack members rushed to their alpha and the young alpha amidst the turmoil. The Luna was engulfed in despair, and Felicity felt powerless to revive the already cold Alpha Dominic. "You can heal him, can't you?" the Luna pleaded desperately. Felicity shook her head, "I’m sorry, it’s too—" but her words were cut short as the Luna screamed, "You’re just like that witch! Get away from me!" Felicity was taken aback, unable to comprehend the Luna's words, but the hatred in her eyes was some

said Chloe but the deities were stunned when they saw Zyrene. "Ohhh! No wonder the story seems familiar. So it's you. One of the followers of Astrid the most pathetic goddess that ever lives. Is that story inspired from your Master's foolishness?" said Nemesis, the Goddess of revenge with a sarcastic tone. Zyrene and Klein clenched their fists because of the insult that Nemesis threw to the goddess they used to serve. "Nemesis stops it," said Iris the Goddess of the rainbow and messenger of the Gods, as she felt tension building around the twins.

Cia, she is the daughter of Hecate and she is a pure-blood because she came straight from Naitura. Ive picked up the green grape on the counter, chewed and swallowed it dramatically. "I'm busy. But, I think this is an important thing. That's why I took the time to come. Apparently, just discussing the prophecy." Poseidon wanted to drown the arrogant boy in front of him. "Do you want to visit the Mariana Trench?" Ive choked. It's not an invitation to travel. But the sea god wanted to kill Ive on purpose. "Does Uncle know that Percy and I are good friends? Should I tell him this, so he will be even more reluctant to acknowledge you as his father?"

Alpha Jones walked towards her and the man standing before her. Alpha Jones, famously known as Alpha Nemesis needed no introduction. His heavily built moderate body and a glaring physical strength screaming from his appearance were enough to sell him out. He was said to be a young Alpha but wise, his looks proved this true. They called him Nemesis because that was what he used to tell his victim. 'Nemesis has caught up with you' was the usual phrase people claimed he used to say. "David" he patted the man in front of Sophie.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

Ophelia’s POV: “Rhea Whitmore.” The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.

She hated me, we stopped pretending about that when she humiliated me at a party two years ago, right in front of Alex, my nemesis. The image of the day was still vivid inside my head. The way I trembled under the spotlight, the heavy sound of mockery that almost tore me apart, and my nemesis, staring right at me like that was my end. “You didn't inform me before coming,” Janelle said, getting up to her feet. Her blue gown swept the floor. She looked almost elegant. “Sorry ma'am…” “To hell with your sorry.” She didn't let me speak. She always does that.

I want to ask how he knew they were evil, but I already know the answer. Instincts. The same way I healed him all the times he was poisoned. "All of them," he says earnestly. "Deserved Judgment. I am Nemesis. Cleansing the kingdom is what I'm put here to do, and I know evil when I see it. I would never harm an innocent or anyone working for the good of the kingdom. I would never visit death on an ordinary, well meaning subject. My Gamma and Beta? They don't know that they know, but they do. They have seen me in action. And I have never attacked them, Kerris. My doctor? These are all friends. Good people."