Percy Jackson Hydra Novels & Stories

It’ll heal, but not before that thing kills me. Unhurried footsteps approach me and I squint up to find twin pools of darkness peering down at me. Cold. Its eyes are so cold, I shiver. “What are you? What do you want?” I whisper, voice strained with pain. Its chapped lips lift into a smile that will forever haunt my dreams. “The Hekate. I have come for you.” It grabs my ankle, claws shredding my skin and I scream as I am suddenly tossed into an even worse kind of darkness.

A lot of coffee. “Someone’s coming to take their dishes away.” Anders spoke when he noticed me looking at the chaotic room. “What are you looking for?” I asked, sitting at the table across from Alec. Both Alec and Thane looked at Anders. “Information about Hybrids that we can use as proof to the Elders that you are not a threat.” “Awe, the sweet lad, listened to me?” Daciana cooed in my head. “What do you think you’ll find? Hybrids aren’t born often and your records may not have anything? Past Alphas could have burned anything they had or buried it.” I thought, trying to recall anything that may have come up in my dreams.

"Impossible!" I smirked at the giant monster in front of me. Gathering much of my power and formed it into a small white ball. I raised my arm and threw it towards the Hydra as the middle head opened his mouth and swallowed. I heard Hexia laughing behind me and mocking me that I gave her pet something not worth killing it. "You think you can kill a hydra?" Hexia mocked me with another laugh. "Once a head is cut off, more of it will multiply. You can win this fight."

At this very moment, Adrian started exuding an overbearingness that made any ordinary person fear him. The fight was about to break out in the boardroom at any moment. Hydra let out an angry grunt before he threw a punch at Adrian as if he could not bear to be insulted. His fist was known for breaking boulders in Luposia and his moniker of Hydra was well-known across the country. In fact, he was Luposia’s pride and glory. The pride of Luposia, War Legate Hydra, launched a ferocious attack at Navia’s War Legate Draco.

I glared at him. “Why didn’t you remind me earlier?” “Well, I just noticed,” he shrugged. “Roar!” Suddenly, a roar echoed, and the ground quaked. Dust swept through the surroundings, and I quickly held my breath. Then, towering dark shadows slowly showed up and its red blazing eyes met mine. Its fierce gaze sends a shiver down my spine. An information popped out. Name: Seven-Headed Hydra Level: 89 Strength: 120,000 waves [An ancient ferocious beast with impure dragon bloodline. Ferocious and venomous. Good at hypnotizing and illusions. It dislikes someone barging into its territory without permission. Usually, this creature guards a treasure, especially poisonous spiritual fruit. Difficult t

She stood and quickly came closer to the bars. "It doesn't!" His tone surprised her but he could smell fear seeping from her pores, smelling of burnt plastic. "Then why don't you kill me and get it over with! Hybrids are a species condemned to death anyway for being an abomination." She stared into his black eyes for a moment, they reminded her of an onyx.

"Omegas are not a separate lower class of being as has been assumed. They are the descendants of vampires. Their bloodline connects directly to the vampire population that was sealed underground during the conflict one thousand years ago." The room went quiet in a different way from before. Not the quiet of people waiting to argue. The quiet of people absorbing something unexpected. "That is a significant claim," Drav said slowly. "It is a confirmed one," the council member said. He sat back down. Silas looked at Drav. "Keeping the descendants of other people as servants is not something Hericon will continue to do, not under my rule." Drav looked at him. He did not look happy but he also lo

He didn’t say anything but he looked at me like he was telling me to go on. “She also told me… the Crystal was supposed to protect us from Him.” “Well, this should be interesting,” Arya said as she folded her arms across her chest. Luca didn’t look away from me because of how scared I looked. I wished he would act so concerned…. Just like when we were together before he changed. “Does this Him have a name?” He asked. “She didn’t say much about him. But she was terrified. Even I was and I didn’t know who he was.”

We burst through the doors together, and the sight that greets us is worse than anything I imagined. Vega stands in the center of a circle drawn in what I realize with horror is our blood—silver-red liquid that glows with unnatural light. Above her hands hovers a crystal artifact that pulses with each extraction, growing brighter as it feeds on our essence. Reynard kneels at one point of the circle, his hands pressed to symbols that channel the stolen power directly into Vega's ritual. "Too late," Vega says without turning around. "The Ascendance is nearly complete. Soon I'll possess all the power of the balanced heir, and your precious bond will be nothing but a memory."

Carson sated. “Actually, we may want to add gold cuffs,” the King cautioned. As everyone looked at him, he added, “Only gold will stop a witch; if Elder John is a hybrid, he will need to be contained on all sides,” the King advised. I looked to Carson, who was already mind linking the guards.