Nemesis Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

"Not by siding with a god that will kill you when he is done with you." He chuckled, "You and I have been pawns for as long as I can remember, except last time I did not protect you, but I will," Then he leant forward. "I will kill every family that is connected to those bastards seated up there, and then because he abandoned you now when you needed him the most, I will kill Leonidas." A loud roar left her lips as her forehead collided with his face, Achilles jumping back as he held his bleeding nose while Persephone was grabbed by the hair back with a grinning Kostas who had suddenly appeared behind her. "Well, hello."

Yet the connection could only be brief, for his godhead was still sealed. “But if you believe that our father is dead, then you are a fool!” Hermes’s powerful voice bore into the hearts of the three below. Although weak, Hermes was still an Olympian God. That brief connection with his godhead had filled him with power that was greater than what the three below could summon. Well, with the exception of the greatly talented Perseus. For amongst the three, the only one strong enough to defeat Hermes in a battle was Perseus. In fact, Perseus was strong enough to resist even Heracles! And that was why Ares could live so comfortably. For he had tasked Perseus with keeping Heracles at bay.

Who was the nightmare as referred to the in the last line of this paragraph The nightmare as referred to in the last line of the paragraph above was Zeus The nightmare as referred to in the last line of the paragraph above was Maria The nightmare as referred to in the last line of the paragraph above was Epialos The nightmare as referred to in the last line of the paragraph above was Tartarus The nightmare as referred to in the last line of the paragraph above was Hades Who did Pete once love? Khloe Eira Pandora Calypso Elizabeth Who took away Pete's emotions? (Beelzebub)

The pressure given off by the ancient god was too powerful even for them, who was the child of the gods. “How about I relive your victory trauma, my Perseus?” The eerie mocking voice caressed Perseus back. Perseus couldn’t understand his statement, it was a matter of obvious. Hades didn’t even give him any context. “What do you mean?” “Iya!” Hermes flew while thrusting his spear in desperation. The hell armies were working together in protecting their master and received the attack. “HERMES NO!” Perseus couldn’t move, stopped. “It’s okay, my armies will make him busy. Now, the spotlight is on you.” Hades’s heart was pumping blood, shot up to his head. All sorts of ideas were running inside h

"I will call your friends now." "Thank you," Athena said as the nurse left her room, and she let out a sigh of relief. When the doctor asked if she remembered anything, she had to lie because she didn't know if she could trust them. She remembered everything, from when she climbed up to the roof, the argument between her and Dylan, and him pushing her off the roof when things got physical. A frown formed on her face as she remembered her dream. Her promise to get revenge played in her head, those who hurt her were going to pay dearly; she was going to make them all beg for mercy.

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers

"Well, that means you are not far from being one of us. I mean, here, we shift to our Lycae at twenty. Nevertheless, I know that won't make you feel better as a werewolf who is expected to shift anytime from fifteen." "I know..." I chewed on my nail. "It was part of the reason I came here." I strolled towards a podium holding a dumbell that was suspended and touched it. "I was lost after I found out and several other things that happened that night that all I needed was to die. So, I came here.” "And you found my brother." I turned to meet her gaze, looked down and nodded, sucking my lips in. "It's as if the goddess has something against me and just wants to keep punishing me."

And because he believed I was Rachel's son, he'd tried to get rid of me. Still, it made no sense.... Until they showed me the hell he had unleashed on everyone who had crossed him. Someone like that wouldn't spare me, would he? Especially if he learnt that I’d gotten close to his precious daughter. And with Sebastian being so close to the man… My fist clenches against my thigh. A tight, burning pressure builds behind my ribs. I want to rip his throat out. Instead, I smile when Nora squeezes my arm and says something about wanting to visit Santorini.