Percy Jackson Birthday Year Novels & Stories

"Do you know it's Dionysus' birthday next week, February six, Tuesday? He's turning thirty eight. Yey." Zoey blinked in sheer surprise. Her mouth fell open and she nodded immediately at Sebastian. "Yeah. Ohh, my god. I just remembered. I can't believe you're turning thirty eight soon." Zoey exclaimed then turned her gaze towards Dionysus. Her face and expression looked like she was teasing her husband. Even the words 'old man' almost slipped from Zoey's lips if she just didn't stop herself on time. Dionysus frowned. "You know when is my birthday?" Dionysus asked, quite stunned as well. He finally conversed with Zoey, after suppressing himself too much not to talk to Zoey for him not to tell

Is he a kid? The music started playing while we began eating. I don't even know where they got these tasty foods. "Oh yeah, when is your birthday?" Kyros suddenly asked me that. Why is he curious about my birthday. "Mine is November 10." He said. November 10? How come they didn't celebrate his birthday? "My birthday is on January 29! Prepare your gifts for me." Sanjo interrupted while the others started booing him. "I'm asking Lili, not you," Kyros said with a frown on his face. It doesn't matter if he knew or not right?

Nicole breathed, I smiled before handing him to her. "This is Baxter. He's 4 years old. He was born from a beautiful woman but died giving birth to him. The father killed himself shortly after." Nicole's lip quivered at his story. She played with his unbelievably soft hair. "When's his birthday?" I asked while running my thumb along his cheek. "It's in December...December 24th..." She said while looking at Baxter with gleaming eyes. "Christmas Eve?" Nikki asked breathlessly. "Yup." She said with a pop of the 'p'.

"What's wrong? Are you hesitating? Don't you want your beloved back? Don't you want to make up for what happened? With just a few words, you can wind time backward and live happily together, forever and ever…" Jonathan bit his finger. "Think… Who do you hate the most? Who's really to blame for all this? And whose life is really worthless…?" Gritting his teeth, Jonathan wrote a few numbers. "October 13…and May 8." It was Mrs. Perry's birthdate, and… "Oh? May 8? The birthdate of that descendant of Echidna? Didn't she die already?" As the Crystal Emperor's voice echoed through the main hall, I frowned.

Keyara replied softly. Grey sighed, then he looked at Keyara. "Alright Key, it's game time..." Keyara raised her head. "G... game?" "When is my birthday?" Grey asked, looking at Keyara. Keyara widened her eyes again. Another question about Grey's personal life. Keyara looked down, seeming to give up, but then she raised her head and confidently answered, "July 27th." Grey was surprised that Keyara knew. "You know?" "I'm a fan of a triangle love story, and I know the main character in it has the same birthday as the creator because the character was created based on the creator's birthday!" Keyara exclaimed proudly, this time she managed to win Grey's game.

“Oh! I have many, but my favorite best day was on my birthday when I turned nine. In the summer of that year, we had good harvests from our fields and we had a good income. My birthday is in November. My parents invited the whole village. We had delicious food and drinks. We danced and laughed. We had a wonderful time! We've never had so many people at home. I also got a bunch of presents. Great gifts. That day I felt so overwhelmed with happiness that I don't remember another time when I felt it so strongly. So, yes. That day was the best of my life, and I will never forget it." Hector remained silent. Skye looked at him. “Well, that's from me. What about you? When was your best day?" He fi

I read through it all, making sure I returned everything to the exact spot I found it in. When I looked at his driver’s license, I noticed he even managed to look good in a government photo, while most people look like grinches. The date of birth struck me: August 31st, 1989. What was today’s date? I pulled out my phone. Today was the 22nd. That meant his birthday was only nine days away. I thought back to our conversation in Milan. He had mentioned that his birthday was always seen as a curse—something he never celebrated. Because of that stigma, he had spent his whole life ignoring the day. But this year was different. This was his 40th.

Vic says. "29th of June," Wren speaks and it hits me. "Oh no," I whisper to myself knowing that Vic and I would be back to the mystery solving. "What's wrong?" Kyrah asks, moving closer to where I am. "It's my birthday on the first of next month! July! Oh my God! It wasn't even in my mind." I face palm myself "Plus, we have one day. One fucking day and that's just tomorrow and the very devastating journey that we paused earlier, will continue. It's already in my head." I cringe when a large letter 'S' crosses my mind.

Latton says while smiling gleefully. Vivian grins faintly, then clears her throat and finally asks the question she's been wanting to know for a long time, "Latton, I'm just curious why don't you celebrate your birthday?" Latton glances at her then says, "I kinda do celebrate it, but not on the exact date of my birthday, and it's always my cousin surprising me before or after March 21. During my birthday I usually just stay at home and let the day pass."

He sighs and places his head on his hands. "March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me. Why are you so surprised?" He asks. "Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me. "That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened. "Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?"