Percy Books Novels & Stories

Ceci walked out and went to the master's bedroom. Perci was left alone on the few tall walls of ancient volumes of the library, though mostly they are now a sort of decoration to set the scene. There are logs in through one's device and; either read materials to practice acting, managing, and literature study, including scientific research papers. He estimated to have between 600 and 700 books, which mainly fit into three floor-to-ceiling bookcases.

The life we led with Alester was less than lacking. I took the lid off, smelling that familiar scent of his. My throat thickened with sadness, making it hard for me to swallow. My hands shook as I grabbed Percy’s favorite black shirt. I sniffed it, trying to engrave that scent into memory. I held it close as I continued to investigate the contents of the box further. There was a large book inside with a bookmark halfway through it. It seems Percy never got the chance to finish it. Under the book was a letter with my name scribbled across it. I slowly opened it, seeing his beautiful handwriting.

Whip those shifters into shape! An extremely proud dead 3rd dad, Percy. I smiled, wiping away the tears that had slipped from my eyes. I placed the red leather bound book on the table, placing the yellow leaf over it. After a minute it began to glow so I closed my eyes and after a flash of bright light I opened them back up. I flipped the book open, seeing cursive handwriting begin to emerge word by word as if it were being written before me.

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.

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ Percy is always asking for trouble. It’s like he has a second calling that happens to be a troublemaker. When he asked me to teach him something new, I gotta admit, I was angry.

With a sigh, Chloe reluctantly hands him the book. Valentine takes it, his eyes widening as he reads the title. "The Grimoire of Shadows," he whispers, a mix of awe and fear in his voice. "What is this?" "It’s our only hope," Dr. Percy says grimly. "But it comes at a great cost. Are you willing to pay it?"

, I replied with a grin, “Thank you, Percy.” Percy returned a short time later with the book, handing it to me before leaving to attend to ‘his master’; as he put it. My interest was piqued and I wondered when I would have the pleasure of meeting the person who had given me shelter. I looked down at the book, the title read ‘The wonderful wizard of oz’. This wasn’t a book that I’d had the luxury to read yet, so I opened it without hesitation. Immediately, my mind got caught up in the story and I felt a pang of familiarity with Dorothy. She was whisked away from her family, only to end up somewhere completely unfamiliar, though she trusted those she met.

I was busy reading some of the book titles: The Lord Of The Rings, The Hunger Games, The Harry Potter Series, The Lightening Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympian), The Last Mission.... Wow, he has good taste in books. I can't believe he actually read these. I began laughing to myself. "What's so funny?" Tyler asked. I turned to look at him, still laughing. "It's just so hard to imagine a boy like you reading. If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed it." I commented.

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

I couldn't continue. "Until the Prince returns? Yes." He must have sensed the fear in me because he immediately took my hand again. "I doubt he'll do this again." "But he will." I whispered. He gave me a sympathetic look. I know he cared but I hated that look. "Come, I'll read something to you." Mr. Percival went on reading a really old book about a man who fought for the freedom of humankind. I listened to him for about ten minutes before my eyes began to feel droopy. They almost closed when the door suddenly opened wide. He came in, with his usual domineering aura. His steps were light and fast.