Percy Jackson Book Mark Novels & Stories

Whip those shifters into shape! An extremely proud dead 3rd dad, Percy. I smiled, wiping away the tears that had slipped from my eyes. I placed the red leather bound book on the table, placing the yellow leaf over it. After a minute it began to glow so I closed my eyes and after a flash of bright light I opened them back up. I flipped the book open, seeing cursive handwriting begin to emerge word by word as if it were being written before me.

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. *************************************************************************************

His blue eyes send a chill down my back and I feel dizzy. “Stay strong,” Athena murmurs. “Don’t let him see us weak Kacie,” she pleads. “We won’t, can’t let him win,” she urges. I know she’s right but I can’t help the dread that spreads like fire, threatening to claim the last of my hope. Alpha Ken leans down and bites my lip. I can’t help the hot flush of shame that burns my cheek and my chest. I call on the flames, pray to the Goddess to make them build in my hands.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

“It reacted when she touched it. Maybe it has answers.” Idris hesitated, then nodded. “It’s our best lead.” Lena’s fingers curled tighter around the book’s cover. She had barely processed the visions it had already shown her—flashes of a city lost to darkness, voices she didn’t recognize, a name she couldn’t quite grasp. And now, this mark. She took a deep breath. “Then let’s find out.” Carefully, she knelt on the cavern floor, placing the book before her. The moment her palm flattened against the cover, the air shifted.

I flipped forward. “Summer. Merlin warned him again. Said the mark is showing signs. Said we should watch her closely. She dreams too much.” My heart thumped. The mark. She. Coincidence? Could be. But if there’s one thing I don’t trust, it’s coincidence wrapped in mystery and dipped in vague metaphors. I took photos of the pages. My phone glitched again. The screen shimmered and turned blue for a second before returning to normal. “Just peachy,” I muttered, sliding the journal back.

Images of Rory flash across my mind, her stubbornness, her defiance and Athena who was softer but just as dangerous, hidden away by me all these years only to fall out of my grasp at last. One of them carries the mark. One of them is the key. The MoonMarked cannot be mistaken. My lips roll into a savage smile. My sons cannot stop me, definitely no one can. A sudden knock rattles the chamber doors. Too sharp. Too urgent. “Enter!” I roar. A guard stumbles in, breathless. His eyes dart nervously before he blurts out, “Alpha..we managed to locate where the girl is headed now—” This is a bonus chapter to apologise for not posting early yesterday, I truly love my readers and cherish every support

“It's a great thing I am alive to witness this prophecy and at this time a prophet of this temple.” “But?... Prophet how should I be sure that you are not just making this up and pushing responsibilities to my shoulders.” My aunt appears on my side, pulling my ear. He gently walks to me and looking at me with his soft golden eyes he stretches his hand, offering the book. “Here, take.” He doesn't leave, he stays as I open the book. The book weighed more than I imagined, beautifully coated in gold and white its fragrance was more welcoming than its beauty. “How should I open this? It's clearly locked.”

My mind raced as I heard screams. Because beneath all the chaos, I heard something else — a gut-wrenching scream. The kind that didn’t belong to any mage, sage, or even human. Not a student. Not a teacher. Something distant, something familiar, echoing through the crack in the sky itself. And then… the burn mark on my chest began to pulse, an itchy sensation spread slowly across my chest, the mark glowed a bright red, before it surged, golden and bright, a scorching heat that ignited beneath my skin. My breath caught. Pain sliced through my chest, a searing, piercing agony that left me gasping for breath. I stumbled, clutching at the fabric over my heart, but the mark’s glow intensified,