Novel Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

It bled through the arched windows of the Hall of Elements, turning the runes carved into the stone desks into veins of gold. Layla hesitated at the threshold. The hall hummed faintly with magic and whispers. Her name floated between rows like smoke. Like a misting vapor around her. “That’s her—the fire girl.” “Heard she burned through a containment ward.” “No one survives that kind of surge. Unless she’s—” She kept her chin up and stepped inside. Perse had told her that this would likely happen. She just had to bear with it for the next couple of weeks. Perse caught her eye from the back row, mouthing “You’ve got this.”

But they could not command a soul to remain when it had already begun its journey elsewhere. And this soul was leaving... The realization was as devastating now as it had been the first time. The girl squeezed her hand weakly. "Was she real?" Demeter already knew who she meant. Her gaze drifted toward the rain-streaked window. Toward memories she spent centuries trying not to relive. "Yes," she whispered. "Persephone was real." The girl seemed satisfied by the answer. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. The room filled with silver light for a brief instant. And something moved beyond the trees.

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

I am burning to see him again. “I’m sorry,” Zylith says placing a kiss on my head. I shake my head from side to side. “I had a panic attack, or almost did. I didn’t know I could reach for people, I didn’t know it was happening.” Alucard stands and walks off into a dark corner of the study. He comes back with a book in hand. “I understand now, you don’t know how to control it.” He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it.

Perseus reached out a hand, “My name is Perseus Graymane.” Selene received the hand but said, “I am in no need of help.” Archibald also returned to his human form, his body was slenderer than Perseus, his muscles not as toned as his, but he was still built like a capable warrior. “I know you don’t need us,” he said. “But I insist that your safety is not guaranteed alone. I am Archibald Novak, by the way. I am the zeta that’s always in the library.”

He barely understood what he was reading, but when he spoke them aloud, the creature screamed. It recoiled, its molten gaze flickering. Then, with a final, ear-splitting wail, it fled, vanishing into the darkness. Rael collapsed to his knees. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Elior was at his side instantly. “What the abyss was that?” Rael shook his head. His hands trembled around the book. “I think… I think it remembered me.” Silence fell once more. Then Myrra pointed ahead, her face pale.

she whispered. The Book of Threads. The one that had followed her from life to life, burned in one incarnation, buried in another. And yet here it was—untouched. She stepped forward, pulse thrumming. “Seraphina,” Lucan said sharply. She didn’t stop. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the runes on the pillars flared to life. Light shot up like lightning, arcing toward the ceiling where a dome of magic began to spin. Her body seized.

“Of course, Alpha.” As he turns to leave, a heavy sense of dread settles in his chest. He has bought himself time, secured an alliance. But the darkness is still there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. And deep down, Percy knows that the secrets he holds will not stay hidden forever. Sooner or later, they will come to light, and when they do, they will either save Clovis City—or destroy it. *******

the people who had always been his targets never wanted to say a single thing about it. "Answer me where is Dara?" asked Zever, taking turns looking at Travis and Lion. "Sir—" "Tell me where Dara is?" repeated Zever, cutting off Lion. Zever didn't want to hear another string of denials. He got up and pulled Lion with him. "Take me to see Dara." . . . Notes: Extra last part for Rose and Theo tomorrow. Btw, want another happy ending book? My new book 'The Damn Demigod' can already be read on the Goodnovel app. Click on my profile or search for the title. Help me by giving me your support. Pandora's story with the man who predicted Rose's pregnancy.