Percy Jackson Father Novels & Stories

"my father was murdered in front of me. Your soldiers burned children alive. And you're standing here telling me you're not my enemy?" Percy flinched like I'd slapped him. Good. "I know what he did," Percy said quietly. "I know it was wrong" "Then why didn't you stop him?" The words exploded out of me before I could hold them back. "You're his son. You have power. Why didn't you do something?" "Because I didn't know," Percy said, and there was real pain in his voice now. "Not until after. By the time I found out, it was already done. The raid was over. Everyone was..."

“Anyways. He led me here and we just . . . talked for a while. He told me all about the Decree of Humanity and what had led up to that decision and how he had struck this temple with lightning as a pledge of his after the decree. He even told me that he had been watching me and everything that had happened.” “But,” Eliza started in confusion, “why would he do that?” James chortled nervously. “Apparently . . . I’m his son.” He had spoken the last words as quickly as possible. She blinked blankly at him. “excuse me?” “Zeus is uh . . . my father.” “Wow,” Eliza said as if trying out the word. “Wow is right,” agreed James. “So you’re like Heracles and Perseus and all that?”

“Straight to the point, right? Like father, like son.” Mathias meets the old man’s eyes with total indifference. Clearing his throat, Mr. Robinson continues. “It’s been a while since your father disinherited you.” Mathias keeps his cool but wonders where the hell this is coming from after all those years. His father, Alexander Raptis, had threatened to reject Mathias when he learnt that his only son wanted to marry a peasant girl from a lower class. Mathias knew that his father hadn’t made that decision himself.