Romans & histoires Percy Jackson Background

What about the one called Perseus? Just like Hercules, Perseus was also of noble birth; but unlike Hercules, he did not grow up pampered or sheltered. He grew up in a land ravaged by war and strife. He was raised in a land devasted by famine and greedy nobles. From a young age he learned what it was like to be alone and had no illusions about his parents. He didn’t care who his father was and only sought to survive, and he did survive. In fact, he survived so well that he was able to help other people survive, and they started calling him a hero. The boy who had nothing to live for rejected that title, but that title would refuse to abandon him. Every time he did something, he liberated othe

Maybe because of tiredness, Percy immediately dozed off to sleep. Morning came and it was the 21st birthday of the heir of Mattheios Company, the only son of the late Mikhael James Mattheios, and Katarina Jade Mattheios. Percy was not pleased at all. He does not want to manage their company, he was forced. But he also could not disappoint his dead father, even though he was gone, Percy still wanted to impress him. And so, he showed up at the proclamation event at the company. Katarina, Percy's mother, noticed the unpleasant look on her son's face while the event was ongoing. She knew that he never wanted it, she knew that he was ready but is not up for it.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

“You must really like seeing me fall then.” I chuckled. Fun was the least of it. I couldn't handle seeing him fall or get hurt...but he didn't need to know that. “You should ask yourself why you do that often.” I regretted it the moment the words came out. Bitting my lips and watching him, he didn't quite seem bothered. To the contrary, he laughed. “Probably one of the spells you have on me, Medusa.” I lifted a brow at him. “What’s that?” “A witch from Percy Jackson, ” he said with his lips curled up.

As soon as he reached, he saw Brian biting Edmund and Serene crying her eyeballs out in fear. Percy was same age as Edmund and Brian but he was not some special werewolf or Alpha like them. He was a normal unchanged werewolf and he was nothing compared to them in power. But when he saw his only friend getting attacked, he just couldn’t stand there and watch him die in pain. So, he grabbed the shovel kept near the training field and ran towards them. He attacked Brian with the shovel. Angry Brian left Edmund and turned towards him. He didn’t wait for a second and attacked him. With his one foot on his head and weak Percy fell on the floor unconscious.

Jason finally stood up and saw her smirking, the blades formed in his hands, she frowned, pressure began to slam into jason, it felt like the finger of a giant was intent on crushing him as he gritted his teeth, summoning all the energy he had to withstand the weight, "Where did you get that?!" She said, "None of your business!" he replied attacking, A very serious mistake, Jason was parried and a serious pain took my breath out and made me fall clenching my stomach, she held his hand and saw the bracelet mark, "So you're aethers boy" she said, He glared angrily, his head still reeled, "Now let's start with the introductions" she said, "I'm perilia, the moon goddess and patron of the loup-de

Pheonix suggested and everyone turned to look at him. “Who is the Lord of the revival” Valerie asked quite confused by the name. “Well then, why don’t you all settle down and listen to this ancient tale of the lord of the revival’s adventure” Pheonix announced. “Theseus, great hero of Attic legend, son of Aegeus, king of Athens, and Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen in Argolis, or of the sea god, Poseidon, and Aethra. Legend relates that Aegeus, being childless, was allowed by Pittheus to have a child Theseus by Aethra. When Theseus reached manhood, Aethra sent him to Athens. On the journey he encountered many adventures. At the Isthmus of Corinth he killed Sinis, called the Pine

“Good girl. Stay quiet and this stays between us. Try to act tough again and we’ll do it worse next time.” They left me there. I didn’t know how long I stayed on the ground. Maybe minutes or hours. The sky had turned dark. My body was terribly hurt in ways I couldn’t describe. Something inside me cracked wide open and never closed again. When I finally dragged myself up. I was limping, bleeding with my clothes torn, I made a promise to the empty night. Percy died that day, right in that school. I became Ink. Very cold, untouchable and marked with vengeance.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

Perci was born in America. Therefore, he was a registered American citizen according to the jus soli law of American citizenship. His grandfather was a business tycoon and had established an agency for artists, actors, and actresses. Their family belongs to a clan, circles of distant relatives who also had different businesses and companies, but holds common shares of assets. His parents decided to stay in the Philippines when he turned one year old. That time his grandfather was sick. Perry had no choice but to help his father in the company. To protect Perci from the media, they had to keep his profile low. The time will come for Perci to meet the noisy world of the capitalist. When Perci