Percy Jackson Las Vegas Novels & Stories

Harper shouted, her voice full of excitement. I forced a smile, trying to match their energy. But deep down, it felt wrong to be here. To be dressing up and going out while Raymond was so miserable. I couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at me. We made our way to one of the most famous nightclubs in Vegas, a place known for its wild atmosphere and celebrity sightings. The music was deafening, the lights flashing in time with the beat. We were guided to the VIP section, where the girls ordered bottles of champagne and toasted to Cassandra’s upcoming wedding.

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.

But I suppose that my best friend is here, and he owns Vegas, so there’s an upside to it. I walk into the upmarket club I’m supposed to meet him in and take a seat in the reserved VIP section. We’re meeting up for a few drinks to formally welcome me to Vegas. However, he also has some news regarding his ascension after his father’s retirement and wanted to get pissed while he’s at it. Not that it will help, since he’s a hybrid Lycan.

He sat on the couch beside my mom, his posture casual but his eyes sharp when they lifted to meet mine. For one dizzying second, I swore he could see right through me. “Lena,” he greeted, his voice smooth as velvet. “We were just talking about you.” My chest tightened. “Oh?” Mom beamed at me, completely oblivious to the tension thrumming under the surface. “Roman was telling me about a new project at his company. Something in Vegas, wasn’t it?” Vegas. The word sliced through me like a knife. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “Sounds… exciting.”

“Oh my God, I am so happy right now. We are going to have so much fun.” “Why?” Clara asked, confused. “Because Vegas is the fucking playground of America!”

“It’s an old law, but valid. According to Vampire Law, he who kills the head of a coven becomes the head. There hasn’t been a takeover like that in a very long time, but I witnessed it today.” I nodded, understanding. “So, he now has a coven here in Las Vegas.” Lance sighed. “And he’s vowed to make my life hell. He pointed me out and told me that he will not rest until I lose everything I hold dear.” “Me and the children.” I took another sip of the blood. “So, we stand and fight!” “Leila....” He took my hand in his as he looked into my eyes. “I want you and the children to go to New York with Raven—”

Malfoy Zacob had flown to Las Vegas, stayed for a night, and returned the next day after completing his job. Las Vegas was known as the ‘Entertainment Capital of the World,’ and everyone wanted a piece of it. More than anything, casinos flourished over here. Levian, who knew the potential of businesses in this city, had maintained good networking with people here, owning the majority of shares in important shopping malls and casinos.

"That's very mature, Percy." Percival smirked before closing the door beside me. He took the shopping bags to the backseat before hopping into the driver's seat. "I'll let you know what it is once I find out," I told him. He only nodded in response before driving out of the parking lot. "Speaking of Salazar, I didn't see his son during the wedding," Percival pointed out. After he mentioned it, I tried to recall everything during the day of Cadmus' wedding. I was so preoccupied with ensuring the plan's success that I failed to notice his son's absence.

The child didn't even survive the first month of it's birth. She hated Jake. Hated Lea. But at that moment, she was living as a stripper. She was working in the night club when Percy laid his eyes on her. He immediately booked her for a session. *** ( Percy's flashback) Percy leaned back in the plush velvet chair, the dim lighting of the VIP room casting shadows over his tired face. He was tired of pretending to be the good boy while all he felt inside was hatred. The demon inside him threatened to burst out and he let it out once in a while in places like that.

If I did, I might say something I wasn’t ready to say. We crested the last hill and Las Vegas spilled out in front of us like a fever dream—flashing lights, mirrored towers, a haze of glitter and smoke. Even in daylight, it sparkled like it never slept. Elvis impersonators waved from sidewalks. A billboard for Celine Dion blinked in the distance. The city looked like chaos and magic had a love child. Teddy exhaled, awed. “Oh… my… god.” I pulled into a dusty roadside viewpoint and turned to him, heart pounding. “Happy birthday, Leo boy. Ready to play?”