Percy Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

I asked as I curled up in James’s lap “Not putting up Christmas decorations till after the 1st of December” “Ok guys we have prom before Christmas”

And everywhere, that sense of someone just existing, not living. No Christmas decorations. No personal photos except that one of Sarah in the bedroom she glimpsed through an open door. She found him on the back porch, sitting on the steps, staring at nothing. He wore jeans and a thermal shirt, no coat despite the cold. He didn't look up when she approached. "You shouldn't be here," he said quietly. "You didn't come to church. Dad's worried." "I couldn't." He finally looked at her, and the torment in his eyes made her chest ache. "I couldn't sit there with your family, pretending everything's normal, when all I can think about is—" He stopped. "You need to leave, Ayana."

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

While Drayton just walked straight towards us, his legs moving with mischievous strides and eyes glinting like he was about to do something rational. Getting to Circe and ignoring me like I wasn't seated right there, he picked the parcel from Circe. My heart froze and cracked. “Wow, Circe you finally bought me the Christmas gift you promised??”

He lay out invitingly on a wolfskin rug, looking at me forlornly. “I'm cold-” “Don't even start, kid.” “I am not a child,” he said, petulant. “You act like one, Corpseboy.” Hurt marred his face. I swallowed my guilt and looked away: Puck's haphazardly strung Christmas lights formed a rainbow web in the rafters, and a charred hemlock , hung with beer, stood in for the holiday tree. “God, what is this?” I muttered, sneezing at the musty upholstery. Elephant tusks hung on the wall, mounted beside a unicorn horn and what I imagined was a dragon's jaw.

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

my hands were shaking, tears falling and Percy pulled me into his arms assuring me once again that everything will be okay. His scent draws me in, he smells like the ocean, and I let my body drown in his arms when he lay me down beside him. I was snuggling in closer, my hands roaming his body latching onto his muscular front. Feeling the need to get close to him to erase the coldness in my insides, I reached under his shirt spreading my cold fingers on top of his warm chest. "Come here, you're so cold." Percy took off his shirt and pull the covers over both of us, taking me to his naked chest and engulfing me in his warmth. I sighed feeling him, basking in his scent, smelling his ocean-scent