Percy Jackson Half-bloods Novels & Stories

They emerged into the Half-Market. It was a cavernous sprawl that defied every law of human architecture. Above them, the "ceiling" was a swirling vortex of deep indigos and shimmering greens, an internal aurora borealis that Sophie couldn't stop staring at. Flittering lights,small, trapped spirits or perhaps just pockets of concentrated mana,danced like fireflies against the impossible height. "Keep your eyes forward, Soph," Anna warned, her voice barely a whisper. "The Half-Market isn't a place for tourists. People here don't care about the law, but they’re very interested in debt."

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

Beryl quirked an eyebrow before reaching for a glass of juice, “What is that supposed to mean?” Daff kept her eyes on the floor, her lips still in a sad smile, “W- There’s a bit of trouble… There’s someone called Damon around who’s hunting Half-Myths.” Beryl nodded as she drank her juice, the liquid not tasting as good anymore. She knew very little about Daff’s world. “Half-Myths.” Daff looked up to make eye-contact, “Me. Anyone who’s the child of a human and a water spirit, or a centaur or a-“

Yes, the handsome man in the middle was indeed Perseus, Hermes’s half-brother and Zeus son! “Your heart isn’t filled with war and strife. Following Ares must be torture for you. Why then do you do his bidding, brother?” Hermes finally lifted his sunken head to reveal half of his face. His face was as pale as ice sheets, and his eyes dull without any light. There were dead skin tissues all over his face, and his lips were hardened with the dried blood that coated them. He looked like a man with one foot in the grave. Any who would have seen him would have been shocked to find this was his current appearance. For what kind of God looked like this!

For a second she didn't realised what he was talking about, although she didn't believed in the Greek Gods, she has always seen them as a fictional story or world that the people have created for their entertainment but she still have read so many novels on Greek mythology, enough to know what half bloods actually mean. "You mean you have some kind of powers?!" She said out aloud. Though not all half bloods have powers, they are still different from normal people. "Yes." He said "But I'm guessing you won't tell me?" Avery said, now super interested in his story. "I would if you want to know. But that will cost you." He said and Avery's eyebrows crashed in confusion. "It will cost me? Is it

“What are The Halves?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in, her braid brushing my cheek. “It’s an elitist club. Only half-bloods or born-from-magic students can join. Half-lycan, hybrids, half-fae, half-vampire, half-dragon. Even witches born of magical conception but not full blood. They call themselves a club, but people disappear after joining. They say it’s just for rituals, parties, elite privileges…but my sister told me stories.”

"We're still studying the case of the two missing guardians as well as the hibernating one. We're hoping for the best of course, but we're also preparing ourselves for the worst. If the two missing alphas are still alive or even just one of them, he would be a big help to you and Percy." When we arrived at the secret place, I finally met Percy. He was kinda intimidating with his broad and well-toned body plus his outfit looked so professional with a black coat and shades, covering his eyes. When he removed his shades, there I was amazed at his emerald glittering eyes. He was indeed a wizard as even his eyes were shouting magic within him. I got comfortable around him real quick as he was tot

said the golden haired guy in a stern tone. ‘Why do I feel like I have seen him somewhere? Was he present when vampires attacked us last week? Oh, yes! He was the one who was about to burn all the vampires from Evandor’s best friend’s special team.’ thought Ira clapping when she recognized the guy correctly. ‘What was his name again? Perry? Perky? Ah! Why did I drink too much that day? Puree? Oh yeah! Percy! It was Percy!’ thought Ira happily and focused her attention towards the pale guys.

Another lord leaner, with eyes like banked coals, leaned forward. “It cannot stand,” he said. “The child is half human. His blood is diluted. His body was raised among mortals, bound to a mortal spouse, and only recently forced into even partial awakening. We are not a court of sentiment. We are the oldest powers under this sky. A halfblood has no place on the seat you occupy.”