Percy Jackson Charles Beckendorf Novels & Stories

I practically fell off the campus bus, trying to shake the residual taste of him from my mind, and headed straight into the main quad. “Jace!” An unfamiliar voice called my name. I stopped and turned toward the guy approaching me. The confusion was written plainly across my face as he came to a halt a few inches away. “Hi…” He smiled warmly. I only nodded, my brain working in overdrive as I tried to recollect where I knew his face from. Wait… Was he with Maddox? “You might not remember, but I’m Charles,” he said, extending a hand. “Your brother’s friend and teammate on the ice.”

Jackson complains. “Have you ever fucked a dragon?” “No, but I'm sure they'd have mercy on me. I look like I've just come from a crucifixion. That's scary.” Jackson says and that makes their boss stare at them as he shows up in wolf form. “Hey, we have so much work to do. So, see you later, boss.” says Charles running away, as the word gigolo pops into Jareth's mind repeatedly. “You're going to pay, omega. You're going to pay for this.” Jareth assures, returning to his human form.

"My dad is Edmund Sawyer, board director at Silverton High! Touch me again, and I'll make sure you can't survive in this city!" Oscar sighed. "You're supposed to say, 'My father, Edmund Sawyer.' Say it properly." He pressed down harder. "Harass Rebecca again, and the Sawyer family will cease to exist." A sharp crack echoed through the alley. Charles' jaw dislocated under the pressure. His scream collapsed into a wet, distorted howl. Oscar lifted his foot, brushed invisible dust from his pants, and walked toward the exit. 'Too many flies in this world,' he thought.

“And Bonita Gomez is sooo talented. We trained together, you know. Ainsley is in expert hands.” Lucas is quietly soothing Charlotte. I really do hope she and Caleb are fated. They have some maturing to do, but they’ll make a great Alpha and Luna one day. Beckett is pacing at the end of the hall. He always pulls away when he’s stressed out. It’s his way of coping. When his parents died, he never grieved. The therapist said he just didn’t have a close connection with them. They were too wrapped up in their vices to pay much attention to him. Removing himself from stressful situations is just his nature.

The memory plays back in my head like it was yesterday. I gulped and looked away. The guy cleared his throat and Winny stopped kissing Sean. The man stood behind Becky and held her close to himself. He looked like an average wolf, probably an omega. “Harry!” Becky cheered. “You came all the way here.” Their hands played with each other before Becky interlocked fingers with him. Magic classes in high school were crazy but this is crazier. I’ve never been so lost. The whole room was against me. A four versus one.

Charlie suddenly turned to Erebus with his voice rose up high, "Did you all know? That Perses was once this 'great Lord's' beta?!" Kitty turned to look at Erebus for the first time that night, and her eyes fixed on his, as if the answer was carved in there. Erebus pursed his lips. He didn't move, but he didn't avoid her stare either. "You!" Charlie yelled at Perses, "Tell your story!" Perses stared at Erebus so hard as if he wanted to swallow what he was seeing. He ignored Charlie but at all and didn't say a word. He just keeled there, vicious eyes fixed on Erebus with that quirky smile.

“You okay, though? The whole pack’s out looking for you.” “No,” I admitted, my throat tightening. “Vampires jumped us and Charles saved me.” “Who’s Charles?” she cut in, confused. “Charlie—my dog,” I said, my voice cracking. “Turns out he’s a prince after all. Curse broke last night.” “What?!” Linda yelped. “Oh my God, Beatrice! A prince?” “Yeah,” I said, rubbing my temple. “It’s insane.” “What about Amanda?” she asked, her voice dropping, cautious.

He looked down for a moment before looking up and giving me an unusual look. There was sadness and something deeper in his eyes. I was used to seeing Beck's sparkling eyes full of enthusiasm, but this time was different. He sighed heavily, hands shaking as he touched his messy hair. “This game, Sera ....” Beck started. “I'm getting tired. Ace and Cal … they're more dependable. Even Damon—if you noticed—he’s pretty smart and learns easily. He’s just... ignorant, or whatever. But me? I'm only here because I’m part of this family. I don't have anything other than that.”

Jackson was a fraud, a thief, and a liar. He was also a raging lunatic who was siding with Alpha Shadow and didn't know how to take no for an answer. "Hello?" Charles asked. “Are you there?” “... yes.” my voice sounded flat, almost hollow. "Great, I'm glad you can hear me. I thought the reception was bad." His voice cut through the noise in my head, smooth and calm. "I just wanted to let you know I'll be a bit longer than expected."

“And not one or the other will I, as long as my pack is in there.” “We might not have much of a—” Charles starts, but he’s cut off by a jolt of enchantment that tosses him clear of us, thumping the wind out of him as a bunch of magic-wielding werebears near in around us. He battles to get back to his feet. “Get behind me,” Map book commands. “No way,” I answer, instep moving to stand back-to-back with him. “I adore you,” I remind Chart book, mindful that this might be my final chance to tell him.