Percy Jackson Forgotten Warrior Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

I know he's technically her uncle but you can see the bond between them, it's undeniable that he is as much her dad as Alpha Nico. "I don't know" I say honestly "One minute she was chanting about Carn and the next she just.. dropped" I croak towards the end. Rory was strong, even without shifting yet, she was easily one of our top warriors. Seeing her down twice in a matter of months, something was definitely wrong. "Chanting?!" Mac eyes me closely. "As in repetitive, witch craft, possessed type chanting?!" He questions, unable to hide the fear in his voice.

“This isn't an option for you Percy, I'll not have the Alexandro name dragged in the ground just because my son doesn't see it as his responsibility and as for that girl, you should forget about her. I'm sure she had forgotten about you two,” “It's a lie.” I argued and father poured himself another glass. “Why wouldn't she? You're the one who left her in the first place.” His words pierced my little heart and my guilt weighed me down. ……………………………………………………….. Eight year's later “Yo Piers, want to go out for some beer.” I glanced up from my computer screen to Lucas who had just barged into the room. “Dont you ever knock.” I hissed at him taking another glance at my computer screen, the blurred

The bodies of Mountain Warriors Sect disciples were brought back onto the Persephone's Folly Bridge and tossed into the Forgotten River one by one. Those tossed in could be seen fighting, shouting, floating, and sinking in the Forgotten River. The Water of River Styx in the Forgotten River could not only cleanse sin and wickedness but also earthly memories and karma. Drifting on the Forgotten River, those individuals all headed in the same direction. Each person's body emitted black gas in the process, which was from the primal old devil's evil demonic energy… Alex was not idle. He had a pattern to stick to. Shelly's Persephone's Folly Bridge permitted individuals to enter reincarnation afte

I'm pretty sure she told me, but I forgot. The reason why I forgot? Because I was too drunk and too emotional that her facial features got blurred, either by alcohol or my imagination, and I thought of her as Arya. Then I redirected all my desire for Arya onto this girl, whose name I decidedly forgot. To top it all off, I also called her the wrong name to her face, after telling her that we should get out of here so I can have my way with her. That's how much of a douchebag I have become.

The thought of her naked and cuffed in my bed made me smirk before settling down to talk to Percy about the boundaries that we were setting for her. He was back to reading her file which he still has in his hand, scrutinizing line after line. Percy had always been the meticulous one and he was pointing out that once again her dad's a douchebag. He was truly pissed but pointed out ways to crush the man as we bounce ideas until we decided on one and discussed it further with her. "Let's just get back to Jacqueline, she must be pissed by now we've been leaving her for too long." Percy got up in seconds, his hand wiped his face as if he was trying to get rid of his wariness.

I assured him, and I meant it to. "Thanks." I focused on finishing our lunch then. How do we get Zerena to come back? ****Author's Note: Poor Percy, hated for something he had no control over. There will be more Phoenix things to come now that Fane has fully awoke.

Not the company, not the money, not even the power, just you. The bond between them is a tether, a golden cord that connects a king to a commoner. I already confirmed it. He married you, bonded to you, permanently. That mark on your neck, I’ve seen the report. Fated mates. Even without memory, his instincts will pull him back to you, eventually. The soul remembers what the mind forgets. And when that happens, everything I buried will rise with it. I lean back slowly in my chair. The shadows in the room seem to lengthen. I should eliminate the risk now, end it before it becomes a problem. The thought is clean, simple, and efficient.

But I am prepared to go to great lengths in order to help her overcome her past and construct a brighter and more promising future. “We are faced with a pressing and critical task of locating and eliminating the dangerous Alpha known as Sir. This individual has committed atrocious acts against our innocent little mate. Inflicting immense harm and suffering upon them. What is even more distressing is that he has heartlessly administered wolfs bane to a defenseless young girl, who lacks the ability to transform into a wolf. It is a stroke of luck that she can still shift at this moment, but we must act swiftly to ensure her safety and bring justice to this Alpha.” Spartacus, driven by his righ

It was as if he were telling Aria he would listen no matter how impossible it might sound. Aria saw the walls finally come down, and the ache in her chest cut even deeper. She shifted in her seat and let her voice go gentler. But she kept every word clear and sure, carrying warmth that felt like it had traveled across a thousand years. She began to tell him the story that reincarnation had buried. "Percy, in your past life, you were the fourth apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect." The words hit him, and his heart lurched hard, as if a key had just slid into a lock hidden somewhere inside his soul and turned. The fragmented visions that had been trickling through his mind erupted all at once,