Percy Jackson Book Mark Novels & Stories

Mandy excitedly jumped, wanting me to show them my new mark. Giggling, I moved my hair aside, showing off my new mark, making everyone looking at it in admiration. Marcus looked proud as he showed the exact same mark I had on his shoulder, a mark showing a black wolf standing on a rock above the ocean with a mermaid rising from the ocean as they were wrapped in the big white moon shining above them. "O, my Goddess. It is beautiful." Lizzy said, not being able to stop looking at my mark. "Well, it was about time you two." Damon said, slapping Marcus on his back, "But my warning stays, hurt her and you will experience my rage."

Evandor noticed his unnecessary body movement. “What is it, Percy? Out with it!” said Evandor frustratedly. “What do you mean by marking completely? Isn’t Marking means biting the neck in werewolves?” asked Percy in a muddled tone and Ira’s smirk widened. “I thought you were better than that. You are too innocent.” Said Ira with a teasing laugh and continued,

In the midst of his sentence, he abruptly stopped, his voice silenced as if he were frozen, his gaze fixed on my neck. "Caitlyn, who left that mark on your... your neck?!" Jayce's voice quivered, his tone unconsciously rising significantly. He pointed at my neck, his face displaying a mixture of disbelief. I followed his gaze, lowering my head and running my hand over my neck, sensing a faint bump. It was a bite mark, undoubtedly the result of the man from last night. My heart sank instantly, and my face lost some color. "Jayce, no, that's not it! You have to listen to me..."

With a sigh, Chloe reluctantly hands him the book. Valentine takes it, his eyes widening as he reads the title. "The Grimoire of Shadows," he whispers, a mix of awe and fear in his voice. "What is this?" "It’s our only hope," Dr. Percy says grimly. "But it comes at a great cost. Are you willing to pay it?"

Mark wouldn't take no for an answer, he kept on tugging on the straps. "Mark, leave it," I pronounced but in all heavens, Mark was a strong-headed fool. He was about to forcefully take it from me when suddenly the zipper opened and a book, along with the bottle of milk I planned to give Matthew, fell out of the backpack. "Ah, Mark!" I shouted. I guess the rest of the student's attention was already on us. "Hey, I'm sorry man, I didn't---" Mark apologized squatting to take the book when he caught sight of the milk and raised a sharp look at me. "Do you already know of Winifred's arrival?" He asked and I let out an irritated hiss.

It’s warm, pulsing softly. Lena walks in, carrying an old book wrapped in cloth. “I think I found something,” she says, sitting across from me. “This book is from the hidden library in the mountains. It belonged to the Moon Priestesses.” She opens it slowly, the pages yellow and cracking. Her finger stops on a page with a drawing…an exact copy of the mark on my arm. “The Mark of the Lost Moon,” she reads. “It appears only to those touched by both light and shadow. It’s the mark of a bridge. A soul who can walk between two worlds.” I blink. “What does that mean?”

I inhaled sharply at what I was seeing. “ You know what it is?” he questioned with hope in his eyes. I went back to the table where I had a bunch of books I was reading. Just a few minutes ago, I was reading a symbol book when I saw that exact one. I found the book and started flipping through it until I found what I was looking for. “There, that's the same mark,” I showed him. He leans forward to get a closer look. “It's not a mating mark,” He whispers.

“I mean am I wrong?” “A little.” I snorted and continued reading. I understood what the book meant. It wasn’t talking about blood. It wasn’t talking about actual family. It was simply describing a spiritual connection. Still. The wording was weird. The next section caught my attention immediately. The mark appears shortly before the eighteenth birthday. “Duh.” I nodded to myself. “Confirmed.” The Crescent Fang behind my ear suddenly made a whole lot more sense. At least that mystery was solved. Unfortunately, the journal seemed determined to answer one question while creating three more.