Percy Jackson Gifts Novels & Stories

"Hestia's gift was food. She says she put her heart and love into it and hopes you enjoy it." Persephone smiled, "I will." "Am I the only one who noticed the gifts that are for our birthday's are only given to Persephone?" Leonidas asked. No one answered. "And this-" Loukas brought out a white silk cloak. "Is from Athena." "It looks a little too big for me," Persephone replied. Fani giggled. "It's not for you but the baby when he's all grown up."

So, after some manipulation, he made me sever ties with Percy. However, it wasn't solely his doing. The moment Percy snuck into my room to confess his feelings, I realized how aggressive he could be. He refused to take no for an answer. It was necessary for me to ensure that he never did that to me again, so I cut ties with him. "So, what are all these things?" Bellamy questioned, peering into the gift boxes. They were acting as if they hadn't insulted me in the room. "Lord Bernard sent these gifts for his sons-in-law. The blue ones are for Alpha Bellamy, the green ones for Alpha Caspian, and the black ones for warrior Gamma Emre," Percy explained, pointing at the large gift boxes.

“Your mate is the one who froze him in place. How are you able to unfreeze him?” I smiled, “The gift is mine. But her gift is to absorb other gifts and it embeds into her DNA. So now, she can use the gift too. Since it’s my gift originally, I can release someone. It’s like we share the gift. Plus, she can share any of the gifts she absorbs with me or our warriors since we are all in the pack.” “I’ve never heard of something like this before.” Edgar said. “Thalia is unique. She is the chosen one from the prophecy. But, we have a feeling that Heath will play a part too.”

Rue’s POV By the time we returned home after helping Vicky move into her new villa, I was exhausted. The gifts Percy had brought last night still sat untouched in the corner of the living room. I decided to unwrap them properly. When I peeled back the first layer of wrapping, I froze. Inside was a collection of luxury handbags—ten of them—each encased in regal boxes. Each one of the bags was more exquisite than the last. Percy had overdid it this time.

Wendall was an excellent fighter, but to beat Amon, we were going to need him to have a superpower. I grabbed the Elder's Council scroll from the wall and read each vampire's name and their gifts. Elder Elizabeth: Posses the gift of mind control. Hmm. Viktor and I both have that gift. I needed something stronger. Elder Christof: Possess the gift of superhuman strength. Hmm, this could work, but Martin also has this gift. Elder Simon: Possess the gift of speed and accelerated healing. We needed accelerated healing, but I wanted something that would be useful in an all-out blood bath, not the aftermath. Although, it was good to note for later.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

Midnight finishes, turning back to Jackson’s, looking at it wistfully. “Well, now you do,” Jackson says, shrugging. “Here, take this one.” He holds it out to her. “Maybe we can…make it a necklace or something? Then you don’t have to carry it around.” Midnight stumbles back a step, gasping up at him. “Jackson, it’s – it’s too precious – it was a gift from a god –“ My eyebrows raise because…wait, what? Is that really true? Why…why is a god interested enough in Jackson to give him such a powerful tool?

Theseus lets me go as I continue to walk to the kitchen table, and I watch as he presses buttons on an internal wall that brings forth glass walls around the house. And those walls essentially close off the world to the inside of this house. The swaying branches that are still recovering from the recent storm, the wind howling as it dies down. Even the distant calls of wildlife cease to exist now that the house is closed in. "How can she wield a gift that Zeus strips himself from chosen person to person to pass down?" Celeste asks Theseus as he joins us once again. "I don't know..." he answers with raised brows. Thinking back on that day I see how that my gifts were evolving back then, and e

The Doris in the photograph wore the same gentle smile, probably calling me an idiot. As I turned away, my hand brushed against an old wooden box on the table. Inside was something Stella had arranged to send me before her death, paying a guard a small fortune to get it delivered. It was a pair of bloodstained, gold-rimmed glasses and a note written in bold, flowing handwriting. [Mark, may you live forever in this rotten world.] I pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire. I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me.

I wasn't excited about the moving, but the rest were, so, cool. To Maren's earlier statement, I said, "Yeah." I struggled with a heavy tome. "Now, If they'd...just...fit." She giggled. "You're such a bookworm." "I...cannot be classified as a worm because I wouldn't be able to withstand the high temperatures my body produces." "Which reminds me." Her tone grew quiet. "What was the result of your visit to the pyromancer? What did she say about your gift?" Every witch had a gift. Once she turned immortal, Hecate, our goddess, blessed her with an Inherent gift.