Percy Jackson Las Vegas Novels & Stories

“He didn’t give me the full story. Just bits and pieces. Kaleb’s always been the silent protector, especially when it comes to you. He said you were the strongest person he’d met in a long time. That you were surviving hell. Give me names, addresses—anything. Where would he go if he was hunting these pieces of shit?” Percy’s breathing trembled on the line. She sounded on the verge of tears but fighting them hard. “The main one is Lukas. They’re rich kids, private gym in Charlottenburg, flashy cars. That’s all I really know. Kaleb followed one of them once. It was after a party near campus—they spiked my drink. I woke up and… three of them. I still have nightmares every night. Kaleb made me f

Chapter 47 Jack POV Paris was really a cool country for criminals to reside in. The plane arrived safely and I'm in Las Vegas. "Las Vegas!"I called out the name in a moan, clenching my fist. The place where I had buried my sadness and past and the same place which had called me back to take what's rightfully mine and also save lives which are really necessary. "Damien..." The idiot must have been so relaxed that he must have forgotten that his longtime enemy might step his foot in Las Vegas.

Luca watched her glow. “I passed,” she said, leaping into his arms. “I’m so proud of you,” Luca replied. “But we got to move, the jet’s waiting.” “Wait, what? Where are we going?” “Wyoming. United States.” “Wyoming? What’s in Wyoming?” Jade asked, confused. “Jackson called me out. I accepted. So now we fight.” “Seriously? Can’t we just skip this whole thing?” “Not a chance. Backing out would make me look weak.”

"Oh, oh... Oh my...oh...Percy, I didn't...oh, em..." "Enough, I need a drink." He left my table and stomped to the bar area, talked to the bartender then took a few shots before he was back with two glasses filled with amber liquid on his hand, giving one to Grady. Grady was trying to calm himself down before he deemed it was safe for him to gulp down his drink. "What's with the laptop? I thought you're here on vacation?" Grady asked while Percy was still quiet and rested back in his chair and I started putting all of my stuff into my backpack.

I said already regretting my words, cause my lazy ass seemed to attach cozily to the sofa. "Man, they're in the VVIP lounge, more space there dude. I think one of the chicks is loaded, is either that or Shane hooked them up...." Percy said while drinking his bourbon. Winston finally took my hand and tugged me up. "Jeez brother, hold down on the excitement will ya. You really don't want to appear like a dog in heat in front of them." I muttered as finally follow them to the VVIP section. Jack draped his arm onto my shoulder.

I looked at the device with a frown, seeing that it was my younger brother. “Hi, Pete. Now is not a good time,” I said as I answered the cell phone. “Okay, but can you tell Dad to let me go to Las Vegas?” He asked. “Las Vegas? What do you want to do there, boy?” I asked with a disbelieving chuckle. That city was not for children at all. “Why don’t you go to Disneyland?” I asked, looking in the mirror, to see which bag matched my dress. “Do you think I’m 4 years old?” He growled in disdain. “I want to go to High Roller. Mom is there; she's going to take me to the Ferris wheel,” he said.

I think that’s the only reason the vampires leave us werewolves bite free, although they still look to fight us. “Let’s go. She’s at the tavern.” I informed Percy as he tightened the straps to the oversized black sweats. I think I know whose t e nmare, Jaxon is going to be mad tomorrow when he can’t find them. I internally laughed. “Perfect, I’m starved.” Percy smiled at me, grabbing my shoulder as if he needed to hold onto me for him to travel with me.

" Will took the ticket from the table and bestowed it to Din. "Don't worry about it; you'll be back tomorrow morning. It's just a party, and you can drink whenever and whatever you want. It's a place where you'll feel more at ease." "Vegas?" Din examined the ticket in his hand. He considered how nice it would be if he could leave LA for just one night and get drunk in Vegas to get his mind off things. "Say it a little louder." Williams let out a sigh. "Vegas!" Din yelled.

I replied, not looking at him. “I already told you; you remind me of someone.” “And now that you know I’m not her, you can leave me alone.” He chuckled softly. “Could, but I’m not really the type to walk away from… interesting encounters.” There was something in his voice; cool, self-assured. It wasn’t cocky. It was practiced. Polished. Like charm was part of his DNA. I didn’t respond. Didn’t trust myself to. “Vegas isn’t really where people go to disappear,” he said after a beat. “It’s where they go to become someone else.”

Percy quietly took a seat beside me. Without thinking, I turned to Percy and started rubbing against him, playing with his hair. He didn't resist, but his expression made me laugh. "What, are you scared of little ole me or something? I thought you could handle big bad vamps like it was nothing, and you're sitting here scared of a little girl? Pathetic." He whispered, "Jo... I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about them." I turned to see Dane and Deirk, their entire faces etched with dark pulsating veins, eyes pitch black.