Percy Jackson Fanfiction Reading Alternate Universe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You’re a Revision. And we’re the ones holding the pen now." ​Kael reached out. As his hand—still made of faded typewriter ribbon—touched the boy’s shoulder, a shockwave of Pure Grief exploded through the ship. ​The Respiration didn't just vibrate; it Lamented. The ironwood walls bled black ink, and the ceiling turned into a sky of falling, un-written pages. Kael saw the "Alternate 2025"—a life where the fire never happened. He saw himself and Leo growing old in the Shallows, two brothers who never had to learn the Song of the Void because the world was never broken.

So I am really excited to see what the next few years bring. As I have been concentrating on Denied by Destiny, I have been unable to update Pierce’s and Libby's story which I will now start to update - thank you for bearing with me. This is under the Legacy of the Alpha King saga and seperate to Denied by Destiny collection. Thank you to those of you that reached out to give their support, you are more appreciated than you will ever know.

Mom punched his face and it stunned Percy for a second until he punched my mom back. "Oh my God—-" I was about to run close to mom but dad tightened his grip on my arm. Dad nodded at me, assuring me that everything was just alright. I gasped. How could everything be alright? My husband was dead, my friend was dead, and now I was hearing things I never even knew about. Percy— Percy is my mom's brother, so basically he is my uncle? "Why are you doing this, Percy?" Mom took a deep breath.

She just gave them an apologetic smile and pulled out her book out of her bag to return to the world of modern Greek gods. Tessa’s words echoed through her head, as she thought about the possible existence of alternate universes. Excitement flooded her body. What if they are real?

Alternate Universe Peerce knitted his brows. If he dont say it now then there will be no place for him to cry later if his office is messed up again but by the twins' own hands. He half-opened his mouth but before he could say anything, a loud bang happened to where he mostly stacked an important document from. His heart thumped before slowly looking over at his left side where the loud bang had happened. He paled in an instant when he was greeted by the ugly sight. Blue fire still loomed around the papers but it didn't burn them but still, Peerce couldn't care less anymore.

A U T H O R'S P O V Eleanor could feel the air suddenly leave her lungs, like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, and at the same time, tears threatened to mist her eyes. She looked at him, still frozen in place, trying desperately to grasp whatever it was she had just heard. Her mind refused to accept it, refused to believe the impossible. The Alpha is dead? No, it couldn’t be. Perseus was the strongest lycan alive, the one who had healed from wounds far more deadly than that arrow. He had survived injuries that would have felled others without a single scar. He couldn’t just die. Not now. Not ever.

Franz was slightly taller but apart from that, there were basically two Grecian gods standing before me. “He’s been out the past week. He’s gone alone,” Jackson grumbled, clearly not impressed with his new Alpha’s plan. Sat on the porch, everything I thought would feel similar had shifted. Without my parents this wasn’t my home anymore. I was a visitor to another pack. This was Alpha Cillian’s Shadowlands now. “How has he found everything, is he coping okay?”

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

This was frightening to think of. Time was one of those things even magic can't alter. So, there was no way the world got forwarded by five years. Other than this, there was only another thing she could think of. This wasn't the same world as the one she lived as Seraphine; there were high chances it could be an alternate world with the same characters and storyline. Since she could transmigrate into a novel, this could happen as well. Seraphine was grateful to the immense amount of fictional books she read for her imagination.

But nothing worked. The magic inside me was becoming wilder. “Make it stop,” I whispered. Percy’s attention snapped fully back to me. “Hey.” His voice softened instantly. “Look at me.” I tried. Goddess, I tried. But my vision blurred painfully while more visions flashed through my head. I saw silver fire swallowing forests whole. I saw wolves kneeling beneath a black throne. I saw Lucius standing over my father while blood covered the ground beneath them. Then I saw the brothers. I saw Darren covered in blood, Ken screaming my name and Percy holding my body while silver magic exploded around us.