Percy Jackson: Ancient God Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" I led him to the chairs by the fireplace, settling into one while he took the other. The firelight cast dancing shadows across his face, making it hard to read his expression. "Perla came to me today," I began, my hands twisting in my lap. "She's been researching the ancient texts, looking for ways to help with the pregnancy. But she found something else. Something... extraordinary." Ares leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I'm listening." "She found a ritual," I said, the words coming out in a rush. "An ancient one, from before the bloodlines split. A way to bring back someone who died before their time. Someone taken by violence or treachery."

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

Those characters tagged as BBP new age pantheon are made up characters representing the gods surrounding the BBP story. The cast below is the cast based on the first book, Chaos and apocalypse. Other additional characters from thr lastbook are Helen Kate, greek god of wine, Hippolyta, Pandora and Medusa. Lycaon, Poseidon and Zeus were heard but not seen characters, alongside Aphrodite who spoke to Medusa. This was heard by Maria through a dream. Not to veer further below are the cast for the first book of Born by Power. 1) John Ozais Screeman

And so it happened that over the course of 5 years, the Jackson look-alike sacrificed his life in the same violent way and another half a decade later Eldan's look-alike sacrificed himself, it was the only way the goddess accepted their sacrifice. Maggie was sickened to her stomach at the violence with which Percy and Olivia tore into him, yet they had no control over their bodies. And so it was remaining just Percy and Olivia.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing, brother. I wouldn’t want to be on Hera’s bad side. I have a feeling she could summon the Ancients themselves if she wanted to.” “I’ll wait for the right moment. Hera is sensible; she’ll get it.” Gelo urged his horse into a quicker pace. “I hope so.”

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

Stars punctured her black expanse like the eyes of a thousand vengeful gods, cold and merciless in their eternal watch. Persephone, The Ancient of War, stood poised between storm and calm. When her voice rang forth, armies called truce and laid down arms; when her glance sharpened, revolts sparked into flame. She was the pulse of conflict and the hush that follows victory, equally at home amid clashing blades or the soft bloom of reconciliation.

Not in defiance but almost in …excitement. “Fate mate?” Aiden snorted “ Is that supposed to be some sort of a joke?” He tried to hide the flicker of discomfort. Haven chuckled “ What an odd pairing. So you are her fate mate and she is the daughter of Alpha Cyrus Hawthorne. Deluded much?” “Here’s a fact you two can believe. With Rue helping my project, I will crush whatever fantasy you are persistent on building with Blood Claw Pack. Your plans will fall apart because she’s talented and also connected to Alpha Cyrus.” Percy said

"If they want the harvest, they’re getting the rot too!" I slammed my hand onto the final page. The journal didn't glow; it screamed. A pulse of necrotic, purple energy erupted from the book, traveling along the ground and climbing the pillar of light like a vine of thorns. The Ancient let out a sound that wasn't a scream it was a glitch. Her golden eyes turned a fractured, digital grey. The baby in her arms began to glow with that same toxic purple. "What have you done?" the woman hissed, her form flickering between the white-haired rebel and the golden goddess. "You've tainted the heir! You've ruined the strain!"