Percy Jackson Hazel Novels & Stories

She hastened her steps. Just as she got to Abe's quarters, the warlock came out. "My Luna." He bowed respectfully. "How are you feeling?" "Oh, please." Hazel rolled her eyes. "You know you don't have to call me that." "It's important I do. I don't want the pack to throw my decapitated head into the forest." Laughing, Hazel went through the door Abe held open for her. She met Jake sitting on one of the sofas, quietly munching on some snacks.

Jackson went to the kitchen while Dustin sat beside Hazel putting his arm around her slender figure. “You know? I am not getting a positive vibe out of this.” “Oh? But why?” “This reminds me of the prom night when you decided to confide in us about Prince Ezequiel James. By the way, how is Ivy?” “Oh, she is doing good. Too busy with her munchkins and husband.” Hazel took the double chocolate cookie from Jackson who sat on the front chair. Hazel took a big chunk in her mouth, “Umm. That is so good!” She felt the gooey taste in her mouth.

So, at times, not getting one was a good thing. However, she couldn’t help but feel panicked. After all, her seer ancestor was very good, a prodigy, but she was taking so long. She didn’t want to be slow when so much was at stake. One day, Hazel came back from one of her outings and brought a bag full of herbs. As a witch, Hazel loved playing with all sorts of potions. That was something that she didn’t understand, to be honest, but whenever she had time, Elowyn loved listening to Hazel explaining all kinds of uses of the potions that she always makes.

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

But then my eyes moved to the figure a few feet to his left, and my heart dropped to my stomach. "Hello, daughter," Montero's voice echoed throughout my world, turning it upside down. Time seemed to freeze as I darted my gaze from him to Blake and back to Dimitri. "I was waiting for you, Ms Hazel Green," he spoke, elongating my name. "Or should I say, Hazel Montero?"

It is so delicious and flavorful! "This is delicious, mom! You're the best cook ever!" She just smiles and eats with me. The next morning, everyone is talking about Hilary. "Who would do that to her?" "Maybe some stalker, you know how perfect that girl is." "Celestia!" I turn my gaze to one of my classmates named Darrel. "Hilary is indeed missing?" he asked with a worried face. "Y-yes." "Dang! Whoever kidnapped her should die!" he's Hilary's groupmate in Science. I mean who can't resist Hilary's charm? She's so friendly.

"You weren't even at the funeral and now you're here. You think he didn't write you out of his will a long time ago? Or do you really think you have any right to interrupt my first board meeting as CEO-" "Look at you, Hazel." She cuts me off, smiling down at me as if she can't already see how irritated I am. "I'm so proud of you," she adds. It makes me uncomfortable to hear those words coming out of her mouth. "You used to be our innocent little girl and now..." she scoffs. "Well, now you think you can talk to me like that." "What I think is that you need to leave before I have you removed," I reply on the brink of losing my composure.

My heart held a fierce determination to safeguard her, to ensure that no harm befell her, especially in the midst of the chaos that seemed to encircle us. I found myself relying on the words of that enigmatic Icari, Renin, whom I had encountered in the woods. His claim that the Lunari's essence was imbued within me had ignited a newfound sense of responsibility. Renin's assurance that he would ensure Hazel's safety by meticulously tasting everything that came her way provided a semblance of relief, a thread of trust that I clung to amidst the uncertainty.

"What, who could that be? I frown. It's early for a visitor and we never get visitors even if it's not early. The only person who usually comes is Danna and I'm sure she's still asleep right now. I walk to the door with Oliver in my arms and open it. "Yes?" a tall man in a suit with neatly combed hair stares at me. He looked like an executive. "Can I help you?" "Hazel Mason," he says. "Yes, it's me..." I say with reservation, intimidating his serious look and he's too erect to be normal, reminds me of....

“I understand what you mean. But… no. She killed my son. I can never feel pity for her. Not only our son, Hazel—but Elizabeth’s twins. My dad’s recent ex-wife. She is becoming who she wants to take down.” Hazel leans back in the seat, her body shifting with discomfort. She undoes the top button of her blouse, fanning herself slightly with her hand. “If you can’t beat them…” she mumbles, her breathing shallow, “join them…” Ryan blinks. “What?” His face contorts, perplexed by Hazel’s demeanor. He watches her. Something’s off. Her eyes are glassy. Her skin flushed. Her fingers fumbling at the next button. Yet he continues.