Percy And The Lightning Thief Novels & Stories

Alpha Darious, Spencer, and everyone else instantly tensed, backing away as their eyes widened in disbelief. With a twisted screech Percy’s torn form instantly reanimated each half rising as separate entities, both burning with the same dark aura. Asher immediately blocked Percy’s attack with one of his hands. During his struggle with the swirling darkness, Ronan’s eyes snapped to Asher, who was now fighting two Percys. Using his curse energy, Asher distracted one of the Percys and launched a brutal attack on the other, tearing open his head from the torso. However, the moment Percy dropped dead, another Percy arose from the fallen one. Now Asher had to fight three Percys.

Perseus asked with furrowed brows as he stretched out his other arm to crush another aura strand that was traveling towards the now laboring Darius. “Thank you brother,” Deus had a complicated look on his face as he offered his thanks. He was grateful for Perseus’s help, but he couldn’t help but feel despair from seeing how large the gulf was between the two of them was. For Perseus had crushed what was mountainous to him with seemingly no effort. They were both sons of the great God of Lightning Zeus. So why were things so different for both of them? “I do not care how you do it Perseus!” Ares cared little for what he had almost done in his rage. For he cared about none but himself. What ma

“I have no desire to break that peace, Alpha. Clovis City is my home. I wish to protect it as much as you do.” Wilson’s gaze is unrelenting, but there is a flicker of something—perhaps understanding, perhaps doubt. “Then tell me, Percy. How big is this threat? And what can we do to stop it?” Percy hesitates, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He cannot tell Wilson everything, not yet. But he must give him enough to secure his trust, enough to ensure that they are on the same side. “The threat is real,” Percy says slowly. “And it is growing. We must be prepared to fight, to defend this city with everything we have. Werewolf magic, witchcraft, vampire abilities—we will need all our strengths co

They had their own laws, own masters of education. I had walked along the streets of Zarique, a long time, waiting for her, and then I saw her. Thalia Red. The precious last child of the Red Thunder Clan. She thought me bumping into her was fate or an accident, but it was neither. It was me, making my destiny. My father was a complacent man. He often was happy with what was given to him, and he was satisfied with what meagre things he got. My sister Xanthe was always with a book or a sword. She was a great warrior, but not a dreamer.