Novel Percy Jackson Mga Nobela at Kwento

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“Is he a regular at the café? If he’s a jerk, Jen, you don’t have to date into a family of jerks.” Jenna stood, hand flying to her mouth. “This isn’t funny. Don’t play like that.” “I’m not playing,” I said, brow furrowed. “Who are you talking about?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Percy. Percy Laskaris. The Alpha. The man who did this to you.” I stared at her. The name rang faintly, distant, like a word I’d once read and forgotten. “Percy?” I repeated. “Was he someone I graduated with? Was he at the mansion?”

Becca leaned towards him and whispered in his ear after standing on her toes to reach his height as much as possible, “Whatever I am going to tell you, please keep this a secret.” “Okay,” he mumbled, his breath hitching. How can I breathe when my heart is dead? he thought to himself, wanting to stay away from Becca. “I am a writer. I love writing novels, especially paranormal and fantasy ones. My first novel is a Lycan-romance which I finished writing recently.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of her novel. “I was looking for a new novel idea, and you just gave me one.” “Which is…?” he inquired.

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

I let out a low moan and forced my eyelids open so that I could see Achilles' and Perseus' faces. There's some pressure on my chest, could someone be doing first aid on me? "That's it, good girl," Perseus whispered as he ran his hand over my face. There's an aura around him, as if the light is trapped and makes him brighter. I want to say how beautiful it is, I want to raise my hand and caress his skin, but it's all so hard and I close my eyes again. I want to rest. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I sighed and took a Sherlock Holmes book but turned it back and went to another shelf. Don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want Sherlock holmes? I already read them so I don’t want to read them again until I can find something. Ah, of course, Harry Potter is here too, but I just touched them. I finished them already, mate. I wondered at the library until I saw this thick book covered with weird letters. Greek Mythology? I tilted my head and approached the book. My eyes widened as sparks covered my body, I suddenly heard the thunder roaring at the sky. My vision became blurry and when it got back, I saw a man holding a lightning bolt and said. “My daughter, my demi-god.”

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.