Percy Jackson God Novels & Stories

Lena said " you... you.... guys are bluffing. Is this just some sort of trick you guys want to play on me? If so then what gods are you? Adrian stated " I told you this date is just for the truth but if you dont believe me, I'll still tell you." He clears his throat and adjusts on his seat "I am Azarel but my earthly name is Adrian I am the demigod of Fire and chaos." Marcus speaks up "I am Neptune descendant. I am Enki the demigod of water". Athena said "I hate introductions but I'm Athena the goddess of wisdom and warfare I shouldn't even be here but I'm just looking for who would make my night pleasurable."

Mom chuckled, " of course not. Aquaman is a fictional character" " I beg to differ, he's very real, thank you" This is from Kel. " So, if he's not Aquaman, how does he relate to me liking water?" Is the man an Avatar or something? Maybe he's a water bender? " That's because your dad is Poseidon. He's the Greek god of the sea and other water bodies" My mind is reeling. Thanks to Kel, I knew all about Greek gods, so I know Poseidon is the god of the sea, earthquakes and some other stuff. So he's basically a water bender.

Shadow listed all the familiar names. “The Greek gods…” Sabrina whispered to an astonished Cole. “That is surprisingly stupid.” Cole had no words to describe the stupidest action of them all. “No. Not stupid.” But Shadow had to support their claims. “Poseidon, the God who controlled the sea, Hercules… Ah… I don’t wish to list all of the stupid things. We had a few discussions we needed to do. That’s why I am here.” Shadow retracted her thinking from listing all unimportant stuff to stroke their egos.

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

I watched as the guy left and the one thing that keep sticking in my mind that he seemed to be a strange guy but I’m not sure why that is. “What’s wrong baby girl?” “Who is that guy?” “That’s Dionysus, and he’s the god of wine and pleasure. He also the son of Zeus. Why don’t you go pick out a ring that you like to get.”

Alcmene’s voice fades into an echo as I try to understand what she is saying. “I don’t understand. Do you mean Zeus? THE Zeus, the Greek god who lives on top of a mountain? Thunderbolts and all that? No way. That’s not possible, those are just stories.” I send up a silent prayer to the goddess that this is some kind of initiation hoax played on everyone by their wolf. Alcmene scoffs and slows her pace to a walk.

Hildegarde's lazy countenance was washed away by the brutality of the news, and she sharply stood up with her mouth agape. "How is that possible?!" she exclaimed. Zeus position was God Kong of Olympus was impossible to dispute. Not only was the lightning god shrewd, charismatic and intelligent, he was the strongest Olympian there was! Even Ares, the god of war, was miles beneath the thunderous God king when it came to battle prowess. How could such a person be missing.

Perhaps he found the logic in her words that she would not be here if she meant him harm. Helena left no detail out. From the day that she first saw him at the cafe restaurant to the day that she appeared on his doorstep at his rented place. Even the part where the Goddess Persephone made him a bait for every sin-eater in the world in exchange for a gift. On that part, Zac broke his silence. “Whoa, you mean there are really Gods?” “Yes, and she is looking for your ass. Actually, I think she already knows about you but she just cannot do anything but to let things run on its natural course because the Gods cannot in any way interfere with the humans.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

He still not forgiven of what he had done to Ukiyo. “Yes. And thank you.” I spoke. “But it’s not right to kill him. There might be a reason he is so mad to know that he came to earth. If this person knows how to summon a God through me, what was its purpose? And this God seems to know you, Kurai.” Kurai looks at me, then turns away. “Apollo used to stay in the Eastern Skies. He knew me when I was in my reigning years with my brother.” Drayce snorted. “Sounds like it bore him staying in his cloud castle, so he came and visits yours instead.”