Percy Jackson Charles Beckendorf Novels & Stories

I arched a brow, folding my arms across my chest, probably not the smartest thing to do, as the movement pushed up my breast, giving Perseus a show. "Isn't it winner's choice?" I retorted. Perseus shrugged, his muscles flexing with the movement, and I could help but trail my eyes over his muscular shoulders before returning my attention to his face. "Humour me." He replied, an amused tone to his voice. Perseus reminded me of this one kid in my high school. Brock Bishop, the captain of our school's hockey team. He was super cocky and arrogant, head so far up his ass he thought he was invincible.

Phantom spoke in a low tone, disrespecting Zeus in the process. Zaric started laughing hysterically as he heard Phantom. "You actually think Charlie was smart. He was a fucking moron to have you as his Beta. Zeus, on the other hand, made sure to make his Beta someone who was loyal and capable of walking with Zeus. Charlie was nothing but a weakling. But who am I kidding. It's not like you even care." Zaric growled at Phantom angrily, making Phantom clench his fists in anger.

Charlie's trembling voice caught Harvey off guard. "What happened?" "I'm at Beaker Island. Rachel is here, too. I've been beaten!" "What?" Harvey was both shocked and enraged. Charlie was a martial arts master and had even brought along an elite squad, yet he had been beaten. Judging from his tone, it sounded severe. Anywhere else, Harvey would have erupted in anger already. But Charlie had mentioned Beaker Island—a government-restricted area. Could it be that someone powerful resided on the island?

That wouldn't be the first time she was doing something like that. The omega knocked on the door of the study, then he stepped aside to let me through. I walked in and immediately noticed a smallish-looking man seated on a couch. He stood up and wasn't still up to the height of my shoulder, but he carried himself with the air of a giant. His cold, black eyes regarded me sourly as I walked in. "You called for me?" I tore my gaze from this stranger and looked at Rick. "Anna," Rick said. "This is Charles. He is from the werewolf council."

Marcus angrily said. Builder looked at Marcus and tried to understand his words. Marcus punched him and kicked him which threw Builder in Becky's feet. She looked at him in disgust and put her sword on his neck. "I told you, I am your death. Your barbarian reign has come to an end. She shouts in anger. "Who.. who are you? I don't recognize you. You are not from this realm". He asked again. His eyes have fire but confusion about Becky. Becky laughed. Her avatar changed and she turned into a divine Goddess. The two wolves to her side.

Maybe she should go back to the bathroom and try again. “Not a problem,” the man said, holding his elbow and grimacing. “You looked very determined to get wherever you are going.” Bev realized she was still holding his arm and she quickly let go. “I suppose I was, but that doesn’t excuse plowing you over.” The man smiled, showing off beautiful white teeth that contrasted with his dark complexion. “I’m Charles,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m Bev.” She took his hand, then allowed herself to meet his gaze. Her breath hitched a little as she took in his dark hair, peppered with gray. His brown eyes were warm and friendly, and he had an unassuming air about him.

Esther replied happily. “Domo Arigato, Esther-chan.” Charles said with a smile, surprising Esther. “Alright, I’ll leave you to your work, honey. The sun is up. I’ll make my way to meet the team.” “See you later, love.” Esther and Charles shared a kiss before Charles drove off in his Porsche to meet the Phoenix Mafia. During his drive to Eric’s showroom, Charles had a few thoughts in his mind, in particular, Bowen’s unnamed boss and more importantly, the puppet master assembling all of Derek’s enemies into a potentially dangerous alliance.

Charles said, calm yet commanding. “Who the heck are you?” Jonathan asked, his confusion evident as he took in the newcomer. “I’m Officer Charles Cordero with the Astral Guardians. Alpha Hunter’s mentee and personal aide,” Charles replied coolly. “Charles…” Aleah whispered, relief washing over her voice. Charles yanked the paddle from Jonathan’s grasp and shot a look at the group of men who had attacked Hunter. As his eyes shifted to an intense, glowing blue, fear spread like wildfire, and the men scattered.

He looked to be the same height as Gabe, but it was hard to tell at the moment. "Let's not waste time, Charles. What is it you needed to speak to me about?" Gabe said, foregoing a greeting. Val had told me about Charles. He was a pack elder and someone Gabe relied on to make difficult decisions. I knew from Val that Charles had helped raise Gabe after his father's death. Gabe took his words very seriously, which is probably why he was frowning so deeply as the older man approached him now. The look on Charles's face said that the topic of his visit was anything but pleasant.

Or rather, I've seen his picture in the 'most dangerous werewolves' profile at the organization. Information about him popped into my head. His name is Charles, son of Alpha Andrew. He was the one the organization always condemned for his crimes; the number of people who died at his hands could not be counted. He is man's most dangerous enemy but the werewolf's savior because, in the future will probably become the strongest Alpha in history that werewolves possess. I did not expect myself to fall into the hands of this wicked man. But I still managed to control the trembling in my heart and glared at him. Even if I die, I won't bow.