Percy Jackson Minotaur Horn Novels & Stories

I walked in, my jaw-dropping, eyes wide as I looked around at the art before. Turning my head I came face to face with a huge poster of a giant beast. I winced, my heart almost jumping out if its cage in fright. "What the hell-" "It’s a Minotaur," Ally replied walking towards me, “A mythological creature that's most famous for its feature in most Greek maze mythology stories,” she informed straightening the poster with a satisfied sigh. I glanced at her calm face before turning around to inspect the other odd pictures, taped to her wall.

[Chaotic Minotaur – Rare rank] HP- 1500 CON-150 DEF-290 DEX- 58 ATK- 92 STR-41 MP-50 INT-10 Speed- 36 AGI- 36 Skills- Perception(R) Darkvision(UC) Charge(UC) Dungeon Recall(R) Berserk(R) [The fur stained with the blood of fallen foes, minotaur's are massive, bull-headed monsters of the Horned king race] Although I want to try hunting it, I cannot kill it in a similar way as I did with the orcs. that guy is double the height of the Orc boss I fought. I am surprised with such a size its stats look mediocre.

Or at least he’d be there to help her clean up her own blood. Slate must’ve finished his directions to the massive man who must’ve also been a dragon shifter at one time, before the Heart of Magic had been stolen from them. The rest of the crowd backed up, and Gator took a defensive stance. Since she hadn’t been listening to Slate when he was talking to the other dragon, she didn’t know for sure what was about to happen, until she utilized her mind’s eye and realized she was meant to attack this gigantic warrior.

"I will also be your backup plan." "No," I said emphatically. I can take care of myself. Besides, you don't need to stress your injuries, so they can heal quickly. She nodded her head in disappointment, and I patted her on the back. The metal cage made a buzzing sound, then opened wide, followed by a giant creature. He had two big horns on his forehead. His body was red, making him look like a minotaur. He had a sword in his hand that seemed to be made from adamantium or vibranium. He was clad in short purple trousers which tightened around his lap due to the huge body structures he had.

On the command of his arm, the whip lashed across the room, whistling in the air before landing on a perfect middle line on Eira’s back. Eira threw her head up, her mouth opened wide and let out a terrible scream, it was agonizing just listening to her but all I could do was stand with my hands folded and watch as her body suffered terribly under the whip with a smile. The Minotaur is a dangerous weapon, back in my past life; it was used on the worst of the worst of criminals. Only selected people besides the King could use it as well, Hendrix being one of them. He was the second best at controlling that demonic whip.

Meeting with a clash my clawed hands grasp his horns, holding him back as he pushes against me. The Minotaur twists from my grip, one of his large hands coming down and socking me in the jaw. I thought it would hurt more, but I shook the punch off and threw one back just as hard, hitting square in the nose. He stumbles and I move in for an uppercut, connecting in just the right place to lift him off his feet.

He leaned his palm on the stone, as if feeling its age. “The Minotaur is ancient indeed,” he said. “And not a beast to be underestimated. It has hunted and killed countless people within this twisting maze. If we are to defeat it, we would need to be more cunning and more brutal than it is which to be honest is no easy feat when it's been alive for millenia.” Sara pushed a strand of hair from her face. “But you managed to escape it each time you encountered it,” she said. “Surely it can’t be as cunning as you claim.”

And on the other side of the tower, past the poisoned heart of the Citadel, a sound which no one had heard in years. A horn. Deep. Old. Silver in pitch and death in intent. The True Luna's horn. Perfera stumbled back, her magic blasting out of control. The black flame in her palm hissed, danced then was extinguished. "No," she said again, this time breaking. "She burned. I saw her scream.". Miyal was standing tall now, surrounded by light that pulsed in rhythm to that terrible, divine horn. Her chains lay in fragments. Her lips trembled as she addressed Perfera once again:

When its eyes locked onto mine, it growled and charged in my direction. Anticipating its move, I sidestepped just in time to avoid being rammed into the wall it collided with. "Shit," Vesper grunted, rushing toward the minotaur and jumping onto its back, seemingly unfazed by its fire-breathing capabilities. With his hands wrapped around the horn within reach, Vesper's eyes glowed a golden color, and his teeth clenched. The minotaur roared, turning in circles as Vesper attempted to pull off its horn, unleashing fire that wreaked havoc on some of the buildings around.

Arphen, on the other hand, remained calm and serious, waiting for the possible strategies the orphans would employ against the Minotaurs. Returning to the second stage's vision, Nowo ran towards the Minotaur, waiting for her to come closer. The huge monster lifted its hammer to crush the female defender. Due to the pair's unremarkable trust, Nowo finally got her chance to stab the Minotaur in its chest and then slice it all the way down to its stomach. The big hammer fell on the ground, followed by the beast. Moha and the two little fairies ran towards the female orphan.