Percy Jackson Charles Beckendorf Novels & Stories

A dark haired young man protested, it was clear that they were all drunk, but regardless, their intentions weren't pure. "Come on" He said in a low and firm tone leading Becky out of the bar with him, he could still hear the guys cursing behind him.. He stepped out of the bar with Becky who was giving a fit to go along with him.. "Who..a..re you?" she stuttered trying to keep her eyes opened.. "What were you thinking getting so drunk? Do you realize what might have happened to you in there if i didn't stop by?" Becky's jaw dropped in surprise staring at his face, Charles noticed the weird change in her behavior and was alarmed..

“Becky, wait—” “No,” I said, pushing past her. “I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of frost, prophecy, dying gods, screaming mirrors, and people in cloaks telling me I’m a cosmic mistake wrapped in moonlight. I need to ask the people who raised me why they didn’t say, ‘Hey sweetie, you might be part-deity, careful when puberty hits.’” Haunter caught up to me at the tree line, his coat flaring behind him like an omen. “Becky—”

Arthur demanded, his eyes looking a bit predatory. “Okay then. Arthur Camelton Beckett. A 3rd year high schooler in La Florence Academy and was known as the quiet but cool kid. Actually knows how to flirt and break the girls’ hearts, boys’ even. You are good at computers, actually have the looks and know how to woo a person. Guess, what?” Hestia leaned into his ear and whispered. “Your charms don’t work on me. All I can see is that manipulative boy who did a crime. The only thing preventing the world to know what you did and from tarnishing your family is because of Aaron’s father. And God forbid, even though I don't believe in him, that if somehow, you hurt Aaron’s heart, may you be out of

Charles would be watching with Becky. My stomach clenched tight with nerves as I edged into the doorway and spied two naked women tangled together, glistening faces buried in each other's snatch as they writhed and moaned together. Now I'd seen p**n before. My older brother Dennis had a whole collection of it stashed under his bed and Becky and I had snorted and giggled over it half a dozen times, but I'd never walked in and caught someone watching p**n before. Mr. Charles sat hunched down on the couch, his pants puddled beside his feet on the floor. Oh my god! I'd walked in and caught my best friend's dad whacking off.

He asked, curiously. “Yes.” Beck answered immediately. “No” Veronica answered sharply, with both of them speaking at the same time. “Okay, now this is weird.” Alpha Charles commented. “What is going on?” “Please, excuse me.” Veronica immediately ran out. Beck was also about to run after her when Alpha Charles caught him by the arm. “What is going on? What did you do to my daughter?” “I promise we’ll explain everything to you, but I have to talk to her right now. Please.” Beck replied, and as Alpha Charles let go, he ran off too, following after Veronica.

Charlie smiled as he asked, “Who did you call just now? Chief Jay? Is it Bruce Willis from the movie ?” “You must be mad!” Zell replied coldly. “Chief Jay is Jayden Marquez. He is one of Don Albert’s Four Great Guardians!” When Draco heard this, he said anxiously, “Charlie, I am truly very sorry about today! You should leave with Claire now. Chief Jay and Mr. Morningstar have a very good relationship with one another. Chief Jay is from the underground world, and he is very vicious. I do not want you and Claire to get hurt just because of me…”

But you lose the only person who knows how to reopen the path if you do. The words hit my stomach like ice. Charles spoke in a hushed voice, as if he didn't want to believe what he was about to say. "The only connection we have is him." I remained silent. He was correct, even though I detested it. Rebecca could only be saved by him. Kai cocked his head a little. "Alpha, what will it be? Finding the priestess or justice? The hush lingered, oppressive and weighty. With a voice like stone, I turned to face Charles. Put him in the dungeon. Nobody talks to him unless I tell them to.

“His full name is Charles Arthur Lancelot Harold IV. He is the first born to Francis and Colton Harold of the Harold Company. His father is CEO and they are a multi-billion dollar company and Charles was raised as the rich asshole kid in all those stories. He goes by Charles Pierce now to not be hounded while working.” I couldn’t help it. My jaw dropped open and I turned back to look at the door my mate just walked through. Being Gamma meant I was around Alpha and Beta a lot. So I had met Charles and while I wasn’t one to go hang out at the bar with them, for how often we saw each other I would consider him more than an acquaintance. But never once did I think that he would be the son of a b

“You can’t be serious!” Several elders leaned forward immediately, their faces twisted with disbelief. One of them slammed his staff against the ground. “This is unacceptable!” I glanced toward Percy. He looked completely unbothered. “Is that so?” he said calmly. Another elder stood. His name was Elder Harrick. A tall, narrow-faced man whose greying hair fell neatly over his shoulders. His sharp eyes slid toward me with open contempt. “Her?” His lips curled slightly. “Forgive me, Alpha Percy… but she hardly looks qualified.”

He took a step back. "Michael don't! You promised!" Lloyd yelled. I knew I did, but I had no choice. "Who is he?!" I asked in my Alpha power. Beck cried in pain as he fell to the ground and yelled. "He is the son of the Redwood Alpha!"