Percy Jackson Age Novels & Stories

He smirked. "Alright. I'll wait for you to pick me up. Don't be late." "I wont." He grabbed my hand and gave it a kiss. "Later, pretty eyes." And with that said, he run past me "If I were still human, my heart would be beating so fast. I feel like a teenager again. I couldn't wait. A/N: Jason is 18. Just in case you all say he is younger than her. Eventually he will pass her in age. Reminder, Mallory and Phoenix stop aging at the age 20.

“Oh, Perry, stop with the formalities. You know it doesn’t suit you, right?” Perry raised one brow, entwining her hands together, before reciprocating her smirk. “Well, Ms. Brown is older than me, so I think it wiser to—” “You’re what—seventeen?” said Sheels snorting. Rolling her eyes, Perry narrowed her eyes at her. “For your information, I’m just sixteen!”

The eldest, Alric, still has two months to go before he turns eighteen. Hester is two months younger than the birthday girls. The Lycan traits of Fiona's family are more prominent in him, which is why he often resides in the Kingdom, where he trains with King Jasper's grandchildren. Among these three packs, there are seven girls, two of whom turned eighteen today.

Minerva glared at him, earning a chuckle from Marcus. "Besides, I was only eighteen in my previous life. Counting the five years before I was officially born as Marcus and my current age, I was only twenty-seven years old. Yet you refer to me as 'too old'?" "Weren't you? I was only fourteen back in my previous life! If you add my present age, I am currently nineteen years old! Only nineteen years old! I wasn't even at the legal age yet! You scummy old man! You dared to lay your wrinkled hands on little girls! Shameless!"

Jackson pointed out, making me take a deep breath. " I wasn't…” He didn't wait for me to finish speaking, but just started walking back and forth in front of us with his hands behind his back, imitating an army general. " Okay, let's get started, I want everyone's full name and age, starting with You," he pointed at me. " Christian Davis, I’m eighteen years old. " Theodore Peterson, Nineteen.” " Harry Thompson, eighteen.” " Skyller Baker, Nineteen.” " Liam Van Derr Wall, I’m twenty one years old.”

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

 Zack Oliver Jackson: 15 years old A badass highschool student. Fourth son, hates school and Chris more than anyone, a girl magnetic, irresponsible naughty and lazy teenager, loves fighting, gets in trouble more often than any of his siblings, loves his three older brother, scared of water, loves soccer, tennis and karate, plays clarinet. Scared of his grandfather, father and elder brothers. Looks up to Jackson.  Christopher Benjamin Jackson: 14 years old A highschool student.

I said with a raised eyebrow. He looked at me a bit puzzled for a moment before taking my hands in his, “I thought Ryan would have told you by now.” he sighed and shook his head before he continued. “When a demigod turns twenty five we stop aging. Jouysena is one of our elders.” looking at them dumbfounded until his word sunk in.

Polly was younger than him, he was taken after turning one hundred fourteen years old, after his second gender was revealed as a Dominant Omega, and Polly about to turn one hundred ten years old in five months. It may be confusing, but they were not the real half brother, not the same father with a different mother. “Mother?” He asked himself. “Was she sad, that I'm gone for long? Maybe she doesn't care because I'm not her blood anyway, as I reminisce those memories that I long buried, I feel like drowning in cold water, I was just fresh 114 years old back then, and now I'm 200 years old, my youth is wasted together with my body, why does this have to happen to me in the first place? And of

They’re kids… They don’t mean any harm. “Hey Ada and Percy, did you have a fun day?” I asked them. “Good evening, Nivia.” Percy said, barely looking at me. “Hi, Nivia,” Ada said, who gave me a small smile before quickly looking away. “Nivia asked you two a question,” Ford said sternly. Percy sighed. He’s six, but his sigh sounded more like how a teenager reacts when you ask them to do anything. “Yes, we did, Nivia.”