Percy Jackson Book Novels & Stories

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

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?"

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.

Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

That is where my memory of that night stops. I didn’t remember anything else until Riley and his friends told me what happened and what they had found out. They got what was coming to them. One of Riely’s friends was the son of the police detective. They looked into what had happened and discovered that this was not the first time they had done shit like this. The idiots had recorded everything they had done, in that a couple of the girls were 13. All the other girls were around our age, which was still awful, but when the authorities found out about the 13-year-olds, they threw the books at the boys.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

Sam was having a hard time keeping up with Polly as she walked. She talked so fast, and never seemed to stop, racing from one thought to the next. He was still discombobulated from the time travel, from this new place—he needed to process it all. But they had been walking for nearly half an hour, he tripping over twigs as he followed her through the forest at her brisk pace, and she hadn’t stopped talking. He’d barely been able to get a word in. She went on and on about “the palace” and “the court” and about her coven members and an upcoming concert, and a man named Aiden. He had no idea what she was talking about, or why she’d been looking for him—or even where she was taking him. He was de

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

"Go to sleep, monkey. I can see the light of your television through the window. Let me guess, Jenea kicked you out?" "It's my choice to sleep here you, monkey. Go to sleep." She just replied with a middle finger emoji. I chuckled. I didn't notice that the movie I'm watching is already finished. I browsed Netflix until I saw my favorite movie. Percy Jackson. This one really never gets old to me. If there is something that makes me fascinated, it is Greek mythology. Well except from Jenea. She makes me feel all the feelings in this goddamn universe. "Cursed blade shall reap." I chorused Percy's line