Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fan Art

"Don't worry I'm going to try to keep her focused on me. I just wanted you to be aware." "Thanks, Auggie." I told him. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you." Percy started singing with a ball of sand in his hand stretched out to Ares. "Happy birthday dear Ares. Happy birthday to you!" He held up the ball of sand that was slowly seeping through his fingers, to Ares' face. "You gotta blow the candle out." Percy whispered, and surprisingly, Ares obliged the charade, blowing at the sand. "Thanks, Perry." He smiled, petting Percy on the head. Percy smirked happily, leaning his head in for more pets.

He did not even need to do anything, and Percy would be turned into ashes by the Whirling World. Percy clenched his hands tightly. His eyes were completely red as he looked at Fane with a crazed glint in his eyes, "I swear! Even if I have to give up my life, I won't let you off! I'll make sure you pay the price! I'll have you begging for mercy!"

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

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.

"Both the drawings and the idea. Why are you so different than everyone else here? It's confusing. I really believe you don't want to hurt me. You might. But you don't want to." "Ah, my small friend, art is pain. You will not enjoy the process of being marked. Unless you do, of course. Some no-furs love the burn of the needles. I suppose we shall see what side you fall on soon enough." Ink began to prep a handheld machine, attaching pieces and checking it by pressing a button that made it hum softly. "Since you are one of Persiana's small gods, it is safe to assume that you do not have a bond, correct? Not even with this Hades that you obviously like?"

The one who opened the door for him is one of the butlers in this huge mansion. Seeing inside Athena's room, he was amazed that the place was stunning with the art collection hanging in her room. All the painting is painted by the painter who is so mysterious. Known by the name of the goddess, Nike. He is one of Nike's fan art. Rumor said that she is a disabled person who worked on the painting to earn a living. Some people said that she is actually a goddess looking girl. She doesn't like to be known to the public, so she went with the pseudonym.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commissioned piece from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy when she agreed to make a book cover for me, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.