Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Fan Fiction

After hearing my whole conversation with my grandmother, he rushed off to tattle to the sisters. "Kara, I was worried about all of you, so I snuck over to take a look at the banquet, and I… I heard Percy say he doesn't want any of you. He wants to marry that sickly woman, Michelle Cooper!" Kara gave a cold snort, her eyes full of disdain. "Oh, so he thinks he's too good for us now?" Charis Jennings glared and snapped, "Percy is such a shameless idiot. He really thinks he's some kind of king who can pick through the seven of us as if we were prizes? I swear I'm going to let him have it."

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.

As a matter of fact, they had been plotting their revenge forever. At one point, the rumors about her having feelings for Chase took shape and spread like wildfire. As far as Jeffrey and Leon were concerned, such rumors were absurd. After all, they knew very well that Chase was simply not as good-looking as the boy toys Aria kept with her. At first, they were against this hobby of hers too. Later, they traveled the world and heard all kinds of unsavory news. On top of that, Percy originated from the Voidland as well. Thayne found him and took him back, and he shared more twisted stories with them.

Somewhere in my subconscious, my mind warned me that I would regret this move I was making, but I really did not care. For a few seconds, my mind flashed to Percy. I did not understand why I was thinking about him now, but I felt his name whispered in my heart like a soft melody, and the force of it was enough to stop my hunger -- for just a few seconds. Percy would be disappointed if he were to see me now -- Percy would . . . . . Percy was my enemy. I needed to remember that. He was the male -- the Alpha who planned to kill my father. Who hated Vampires, who dispised me for who I was. I did not care about Percy. I needed to not care about Percy.

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

Blood dripped from her nose. “Stop! She’s dying!” Elena cried. “She has to fight it!” the witch yelled. Finally, Percy fell unconscious. Then… she opened her eyes. Two days later, Percy came to them crying. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was being used again. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be turned against you.” Elena pulled her into a hug. “It wasn’t your fault.” “But I still feel guilty. Please forgive me.” Salvatore nodded slowly. “You are forgiven.”

Percy went faster, thrusting his finger I and out. ”Percy,” ”Did you moan his name?” His fingers stopped and Percy pulled his hand out from pants. Percy took a step back and placed his hands in his pockets. There was little space between us but this space felt cold and eery, I didn't like it. ”Did you want to sleep with him?” He asked me. ”Percy, it was a hallucination, I couldn't control what happened, it wasn't real,” I said and was about to step forward but he raised his head and narrowed his eyes. He was defensive.

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

But I am so tired of swallowing other people’s stories and lies about me. “I fell,” I say, flatly. “Because someone pushed me. Next time, use your words if you’re unhappy about something.” Color climbs into her cheeks. “Mind your tone, omega.” “I am.” I snort as I gather the scattered cloths with my good hand and stand to glare up at her. “I don’t want your stupid job, Delilah. I don’t want to be anywhere near him. It’s… complicated.” My voice cracks on the last word, and I hate that. “Believe me. If Iris moved me back to peeling potatoes, I’d kiss the damn peeler.”

"You will see for yourself that I am not lying to you. Freya is my mate. That's all for now. We will now prepare for the big celebration of the pack a week from now. -------------- By the time we reached Alpha Percy’s room, I grabbed his arms and pushed him away. No. My room now. He did not budge. He was that strong, but he stepped back away from me. "Marry? Get married?!" I exclaimed. "How could you decide like that without even considering what I would say?" Alpha Percy pocketed his hands and leaned heavily on the wall. "They are suspicious about you. That's the least that I could do. You want me to stay still while the Council was looking at the far corner of the room and waiting for me