Percy Jackson In Ancient Greece Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Disclaimer: This story delves into what a modern ‘Hierodoules' or ‘sacred sex service' practice to the gods of ancient Greece would look like in the 21st century. So please read with an open mind. ~Athena's POV~ My name is Athena, and in this sprawling, neon-lit Athens where ancient ruins bump shoulders with skyscrapers and the hum of traffic never sleeps, I never imagined I'd become the city's desperate offering.

“He has such a wild taste that makes it hard to keep up with him and-” “Are you done?” I cut her off, my face clearly held irritation. She was taken aback by my harsh response. “You should mind your business and stop talking about my Percy like that.” I clamped my eyes shut, did I just openly claim Percy? It was just me trying to keep Greta’s mouth shut and sell the idea right? “You shouldn’t be the one worried about his fantasies, I am his fantasies.” I said and turned ready to leave when I saw Percy just in front of me. He had beard what I said to her, his eyes fell on my face.

I said and Mac chuckled loudly. "That's not true, the girl I hung out with is fun and there's a lot about you in these blue eyes of yours," Mac said, standing up to stay beside me I tried to hide my face away from him, but he put his hand on my cheeks and forced my eyes to meet his. "These blue eyes hold a lot of adventure awaiting to be unlocked," He said so passionately and it only remained a tiny bit for me to swoon over him. "The only adventure I want is to Greece," I said as I continued the talk on History, "So many human generations later, Zeus released Kronos and his brothers from this prison, and made the old Titan king of the Elysian Islands, home of the blessed dead,

“There is… a darkness. Something old, something powerful. It feeds on the supernatural, on beings like us. Valentine’s attack on Jason—it was not of his own volition. He was possessed, controlled by a force beyond our understanding.” Wilson’s expression darkens. “And this force? What is it?” “It is ancient,” Percy says, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Older than Clovis City, older than any of us. It is a devourer, a creature from the shadows of history. And it is drawn to us, to our power.” Wilson’s jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists. “And why, Percy, would it be drawn here? To Clovis City?” Percy hesitates, his mind racing. He cannot reveal too much, not yet. “I believe… it has be

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

From the world’ he said and looked away. ’You’re going to protect me from the world?’ I asked him and looked at the side of his face. His jaw line was piercing, he was just a kid, like me, but he would grow to be Alpha one day. All girls wanted him already, I could only imagine how he would look in a few years. ’I’m gonna protect you from anyone and anything that wishes you harm’ I gulped and nodded my head. ’Do you wish me harm?’ Percy didn't answer my question. He turned his head and locked his gaze on my lips.

"Okay, Jaden. I'll try my best to respect your wishes. I just... I don't want to lose you, and it's hard to accept these limitations." Jaden reached out and gently caressed Percy's cheek, his touch imbued with tenderness. "I understand your fears, Percy, and I promise you that I don't want to lose you either. But we need to approach this situation with patience and understanding. Trust that we will find a way to navigate through these challenges together."

I assured him, and I meant it to. "Thanks." I focused on finishing our lunch then. How do we get Zerena to come back? ****Author's Note: Poor Percy, hated for something he had no control over. There will be more Phoenix things to come now that Fane has fully awoke.

I was heaving and on the verge of growling as I pushed Jaxon away with all my force and might but he only stumbled for a minute before tightening his hold. "Don't be a brat, Ana." He growled. "Did I ever confirm the fact that my pack has a Luna?" he asked but did not wait for my answer. "Where do you get these absurd ideas from?" his hold loosened when he noticed that I had started cooling down and listening to him. "But the Greek god..."I started but Jaxon cut me off. "There is no Greek woman, okay?" he awaited my nod but I did not. "I am going to Greece but none of the things you've conjured up in your mind is the reason." He let go of my wrists and took a step closer.

Percy, on the other hand, is not a social creature. Add the fact that he despises my guts- “God, I can hear you thinking. For god sake, what do you want, Lucian? I’m drunk, and I can still hear you bitching about something in your head.” I eye him with a frown, and then something rings into my head. And I have to snicker silently. Of course, Percy hears that. He’s not about to miss anything. Who knew that even while drunk, he’s still a total loser?