Percy Jackson Hazel Novels & Stories

AMELIA stood frozen where she was, the glass of water still in her hand and her phone now removed fromher ears, with the front door just clicked open— Her eyes widened. “Hazel?” she called out in shock, momentarily forgetting she was still on the phone with Clara. The girl standing by the door lifted her gaze toward her. “Yeah, Mom.” For a second, Amelia just stared. Hazel stood there with her backpack slung over one shoulder, her uniform slightly creased from travel, strands of her hair falling loosely around her face. She looked tired… but also oddly determined.

I purse my lips and start to say sorry before Hazel’s eyes brighten. “Yes. Of course. Why didn’t I think about that.” She whispers, pulling herself up and moving to her books on the wall. Everyone’s attention shifts to her. “What is it?” Cole asks, moving beside her. Hazel shakes her head, “The Goddess. Aspen, she’s met her before. Maybe I can figure out a way to send her back. Let her talk to her again. More prepared this time. The Goddess has to know something.” Hazel says still looking through her books.

“No! I will be alright, you’ve done well Jane, just get me more of the food, and that’s all.” Hazel replied calmly. Hazel totally stopped the maids from bathing her, she despise it right from childhood. She never liked being treated differently from others. And with that, she only picked one personal maid, who would attend to all her needs, which is Rita. “Alright my Lady, I will leave you be.” Jane said, and left the chamber.

I told her. “Mom, is that Hazel?” I heard my sister’s voice from the background. “Yes love” my mom answered her. “Hazel. Have you gotten to the apartment?” She asked. “No, I am on my way” I answered. “Don’t forget to video call us when you arrive okay?” My mom said. “Sure. Will call you later mom” I told her. “Okay. Stay safe” The call ended and I looked out of the window and checked the buildings as the cab passed by.

I growl loudly and rip the phone off the nightstand, answering it with spit in my voice. "Theres a big problem at the pack house and I need you here." Jackson says quickly into the phone. I stay quiet for a while. Jack can handle the problem on his own because I have things to do. My mate to do! I quietly watch as she curls underneath my shirt which she's wearing and mentally beat myself. I should have got it off her. "It involves Hazel." He says, catching my attention.

She said. I felt the hair on the back of my neck erect. My heart failed me, it ran wild even when I wanted to keep calm. “Thump. Thump….. Thump. Thump.” Hazel whispered as she took slow steps at me, the lights still wavering at her now dominant and ice cold voice. What happened to Hazel?! “That's how fast your heart beats now. Am I wrong?” She asked, smirking. I ran my tongue across my cheek from the inside of my mouth. Where did she suddenly get those powers to ear so sharply.

Hazel's gaze darted behind Thalia, landing on a woman with a hardened expression. A figure who seemed to embody the ruthlessness of the criminal underworld. "Guess what, Hazel?" Thalia pressed, her voice laced with malice. Hazel remained silent, desperately trying to compose herself, yearning for Draven's arrival, praying for a miracle to rescue her from this nightmare. "I said you should guess, you stupid fool!" Thalia screamed before hitting Hazel's legs with a stick. Hazel cried in pain as she clutched her injured legs, the reality of her situation sinking in.

DARIAN’S POV “You need to calm the fuck down or you’ll scare her again,” Onyx growled. Like I hadn't thought about that myself. Hazel was sticking her chin out, her brows were pointing down when her frown deepened and I knew that laughing wouldn't make the situation any better but she was too fucking cute. This was the Hazel I met at the Hunt, the one that I saw through the window of the car when I drove through her pack…the one I broke until the defiance was stripped from her core and she submitted.

Price, finally taking down Hazel. “Damon, don’t be like this. Hazel didn’t mean it. It’s all my fault for making her angry!” Delilah tugged at his sleeve, playing the role of the fragile woman flawlessly. Hazel gave her a dismissive glance, adjusted the strap on her purse, and began to walk away. As she passed Damon, she paused for a moment, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, “By the way, you might want to get a checkup. With all those pretty things outside, who knows if they’re clean.”