Percy Jackson Age Novels & Stories

"But it seems Percy was a bit careless while wiping away the traces of his Alpha. Ryker Wraithe's remains ended up in a college student's notes. "Wait a minute," Spencer blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Even nine hundred years ago, this wizard was ninety-nine years old, and he's still...that old?" His eyes darted toward Aran, his question reflecting everyone’s confusion. "And you—you look like you're in your early thirties, just like Silas, but you know everything from nine hundred years ago. What's going on?"

Also, Aubrey's age isn't quite right; looking back, he's still a fifteen-year-old lad; if he counted correctly, he should be the same age as me and Henry by now. I glanced at the two of them waving to each other, but what occurred next puzzled my heart. I'm not sure how many secrets this guy has. My mind is racing with uneasy ideas; perhaps I should murder him; after all, Hades doesn't care about him, and killing a demigod isn't such a huge issue. "I know what you're thinking, Uncle Hector," Aubrey remarked, noticing my puzzled face, "you want to know my true age." "Say it, Aubrey," I whispered, "after all, you're keeping a lot from me. You appear to be a fifteen-year-old kid, but since thin

Professor Morgan furrowed his eyebrows and said with uncertainty in his voice, “But he’s only thirteen years old. Even if he is the most suspicious one, it is absolutely impossible for him to become an intermediate warlock at such a young age.” An intermediate warlock would be comparable to an intermediate magus. Even if they searched throughout the entire Magus Division, none of the students could have advanced to an intermediate-level magus at the age of thirteen. Jace only stepped across the threshold to become an intermediate magus at the age of fourteen.

Luke's a dark haired boy, he's a senior and he's 17, turning 18 this year from what Tasha said. Jackson's a senior also but he's 18 already, while I'm 16 and a junior, with Tasha being 17 and a junior like me too, although we are both taking a few Ap classes. With a few tattoos running down his arms like Bryson, except he had a piercing in his left eyebrow. I watched her as she walked to him, swaying her hips a little, she finally reached him and he grabbed her by the waist and gave her a deep kiss, ignoring everyone else around them.

Soon enough, there was no sign that they had ever been there. Jaida could now position him a bit more comfortably without having to worry about hurting his wings. He was still heavy though, or at least to her he was. His frame was actually relatively thin. He was strong, but no one would guess that by looking at him. He looked like just your average high school boy. Come to think of it though, she had no idea how old he really was. She knew for a fact that he was older than she was, but she wasn't sure by how many years. He was probably at least nineteen. Technically, he didn't have to go to school if he was, but it was just easier this way. It would give him something to do between Lucius's

Achilles added. "How old are you?" I asked curiously. "In human years, we're 25, Achilles and I were born in the same year," Perseus replied. "Human? Why are you at another age?" And then I rolled my eyes. "Of course there are... If there are vampires..." "That's right." Perseus smiled and gave me a light kiss on the tip of my nose, and I felt my heart racing. Am I falling in love? This simple gesture makes me so happy... God! I close my eyes.

The last time I saw him was when he was still in middle school, now he was all buff and muscle. Eden who wasn’t sure if she was supposed to say No shrugged with a smile, why was she smiling at him? Did she find him attractive? Woah. Calm down Percy, you don’t need to get jealous over an eighteen year old. “Your face is new and also pretty, my name is Josh. It’s a pleasure having you around.” He said with a charming smile, the bastard was ignoring the burning gaze I sent to his head.

As my gaze traveled all the way to his face, I found his glass-like blue eyes staring into mine. He let out a low, throaty laughter when our eyes met. “You should be worried about yourself right now, not my hard cock,” he reminded me. Yeah. He’s right. I should be worried about myself now, not him. “What’s your name?” “Percy Claude.” “Major?” “Business admin.” “How old are you?” “…22,” I hesitated. He looked at me with surprise for the first time since I met him. “Really? Why do you look like this then?”

"Thank you. My eyes are like my mother's." "Your mother must be very beautiful. Jean, you must bring this miracle to visit me!" one man shouted and grabbed Percival firmly by the shoulders. "How old are you? You are so young." "I'm thirty years old." "You look very young." "Thank you." "Say, do you have a girlfriend? A fiancée?" Percival forced himself to laugh stupidly, as if he were embarrassed. And he answered, "No. I'm all alone." Everyone laughed out loud and became even more cheerful.

Fourteen years old, and suddenly, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Now, she tilted her head, dimples deepening. "What’s going on in that head of yours?" A smirk curled my lips. "When I was eighteen, you were my favorite fantasy." Her eyes widened. "Percival! I was fourteen!" "I know." I gave her a lopsided grin. "Felt like a total pervert. But hey, at least now I know why I couldn’t get you out of my head." I bit my lip, watching her reaction.