Percy Jackson Book Mark 소설 & 이야기

What if he shows Demetrius the actual book, the ancient healing manual, and Demetrius realizes I know his secret? I paced the small area, the tent feeling suddenly too small, too quiet. The anxiety was a fresh poison in my own veins. I had put all my hope in Finn’s loyalty and his intelligence. If he failed me, if Demetrius found out I was digging into his secret, the King would not hesitate. He would see me as a threat to his final, orderly sacrifice. I sat down, pulling the journal from my tunic. I needed to study it again. I needed to understand the poison better than Demetrius did. I needed to find a line, a word, anything that suggested an Omega could heal this kind of wound.

People were bleeding because of me. The mark on my shoulder suddenly burned hotter. “Ow!” I let out a little cry. Pain shot through my arm so fast my knees lost its energy to make me stand. I grabbed my shoulder, gasping as heat spread through my chest like fire moving beneath my skin. Then the voices started again. But this time they weren’t distant whispers. They were clear. Sharp. Inside my head. Get the girl. The one with the mark. She’s the key. I squeezed my eyes shut.

This wasn’t supposed to be real… except it was. Percy’s tattoo glowed faintly, burning against his skin. Proof. He felt it too. But his face wasn’t joy. It was stone. His jaw clenched, eyes hard, as if the bond was a curse instead of fate. I staggered, knees buckling, the fire searing me alive. My scream echoed, silencing the whispers. And Percy… he didn’t move. He just stood there, cold, unreadable. Darkness clawed at my vision. The last thing I saw was his expression, not wonder, not relief, but resistance.

I lit a torch and tossed it into the center of the flowerbed. Flames spread quickly, the rainbow-colored petals twisting, withering, and turning to ash in the inferno. Just as the fire roared at its peak, a searing agony shot through the mark on my shoulder. The pain was more intense than I could have ever imagined, like a white-hot branding iron peeling the mark from my very soul. "Ah—!" A pained cry escaped my lips as I collapsed to my knees. But the agony lasted only a few seconds before it vanished completely.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

Chapter Forty Three (Chrisitan POV) My eyes snap open and I am greeted by the dim light of my room. Laying on my bed I look around. There is my Beta Lex, my parents and Kathy. “What happened?” Lex steps forward “From what Bradlley explained, the Moon Goddess told his Alpha how to reject you with her still having your mark. The mark will fade over time and will disappear fully when you mark someone else.” His eyes dart toward Kathy who smiles softly.

It’s weird to think there was a happy time. “What else is in the box?” I asked, moving the album aside, not nearly finished looking through it but knowing if I don’t stop, I never will. “Let’s see.” Persephone dug back into the box. With a grunt, she took out an older leather-bound book that didn’t just have the Silvercloud owl, but the same markings mom and I have when using our shaman power etched into the binding. As I reached for the book, the markings, and owl started to glow, and it floated out of Persephone’s hands and into mine.

Explaining the situation that had transpired. Asked to take a seat, the only open one was next to Nikolias. So she sat there next to him. Smiling to himself, Nikolias pushed his book towards her. She had yet to get one, so it was only wise for him to share at this time. “Mr. Wickman is strict, but you’ll be okay. The office has the AP Science books, we will get you one at lunch.” He whispered lightly, only loud enough for her to hear. Nodding the girl smiled gently.

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

Natalie I've never thought that I will come back home for this reason: to become the Alpha of my father's pack. It was a whole night of heavy rain, and the town was covered with thick dark clouds. I tilted my head against the cold car window, and the strange air made me a little anxious. "You must be exhausted," Jeff said. "You haven’t slept along the way, don’t worry we’ll be there soon" Jeff is the housekeeper of my family, we had been driving for about 4 hours.