Percy Jackson Image Novels & Stories

Asking" You watching the big human building, see golden *Boom*?" Percy" You mean that golden wave during my guard duty at the palace? Yeah, I saw it." Asking" Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Perry" Please don't do that." ----------------------------------------------------------------------

The classes seemed to be dreading to end but fortunately, I had just three classes and my homework was being done in the middle of those classes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the bell of my last class rings I pack my things up in my backpack and run to the library entrance soon enough I get Penny’s scent and start to walk to not look like a maniac, I smooth my clothes and start walking towards the library when another smell hits my nose. I don’t know whose scent it belongs to but I’m intrigued as I turn to the library's huge double doors. I spot Penny with her skinny jeans, a pair of all-white sneakers, an

She asked. Cara burst into tears and fell to the ground spitting out blood. "Everyone hates me," She said and collapsed on the ground. As she blacked out, a lone tear escaped her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~ Percy growled as he shifted into his wolf, a black wolf standing tall at 5'11. He ran into the woods with Kamil watching him close. Percy's wolf howled as he ran freely without thinking about everything that was happening in his life. He knew that the girl they had engaged her to wanted to be queen so bad that she didn't refuse his offer when he advised her against the marriage.

It was Percy. He didn’t hesitate or slow down. He moved like a force of nature unleashed, jaws snapping shut around a wolf’s throat and twisting until bone gave way. Another lunged at his flank, teeth so close to his flank, but Percy didn’t even cry out. He slammed it into the ground, crushing its skull beneath his paw. I saw Percy’s body stiffen for just a fraction of a second when he saw the body of one of his bodyguards. Then he did something that made my stomach turn.

Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.

It shook so much the black hole turned into a dark red. “Kugh!” Perseus tried to find balance. In between the hole, Hades emerged from it and the cold black eyes stared down on Perseus. GRUU! The pressure sucked Perseus. He plopped on his butt as his trauma acted up. ‘Ah. He is at Poseidon's level. ‘ The appearance of Hades shocked him the most. Despite how old he was, he still looked good and still handsome. His long straight black hair, his black pupils, black veil wrapped around his body, and enormous pressuring aura around him.

Percy took the jacket of his suit off and moved to unbutton the shirt but I reached out and began undoing them one after the other, slowly, relishing in the way the small movement of my hips seemed to drive him crazy. When I finally got rid of the shirt, I marvelled at the sight of Percy’s body. He looked so very lean while wearing clothes but now that the top half of him was exposed I could see the beauty he’d been hiding behind the suit. It was no wonder he had been able to beat Declan so easily. Percy's body looked like it had been sculpted by a greek god. He was muscular, not in the way that made one appear big and intimidating but in the way that you knew he was serious about his body.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

azure engulfed the red in his eyes as his hands pushed me into his chest releasing a deep cry. "Persephone, you have to listen to me princess" the red colour trying to overpower the blues. "Papa!" A stray tear escaped his eyes. "You have to run princess, as far as you can " his voice cracked. "Princess" his fingers softly patted my head, soothing my hair in a loving fatherly way. "this door will not able to hold me any longer, run my brave Percy, run sweetheart till you find a black rose." Last thing I saw was that the azure was destroyed by the red.

I had no idea where these images of castles, thunderbolts, gods in human form, and flying beasts came from. What even scared me shitless was as a child, I would feel this power swelling inside of me, the birthmark on the back of my neck I have that symbolizes a black pitchfork would itch, once it glowed and I got the feeling of something or someone watching me, yet no one was ever around. I would see the shadowed image of a man in my dreams stretching his hand for me calling me “Thalia” I would shake my head, as a child and run away. His aura was very dark. He was devilishly handsome, and his eyes glowed at times like a blue flame was in them. It was not just him that I was once scared of i