Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

“Is he a regular at the café? If he’s a jerk, Jen, you don’t have to date into a family of jerks.” Jenna stood, hand flying to her mouth. “This isn’t funny. Don’t play like that.” “I’m not playing,” I said, brow furrowed. “Who are you talking about?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Percy. Percy Laskaris. The Alpha. The man who did this to you.” I stared at her. The name rang faintly, distant, like a word I’d once read and forgotten. “Percy?” I repeated. “Was he someone I graduated with? Was he at the mansion?”

Is this what being excited feels like? I told him everything that happened with Everett. I told him about the meeting, the fighting, and the help we have coming. Percy kept a very serious and emotionless face the entire time. I really thought he would crack a smile or at least a smirk, but nothing. Even though he had just been laughing before we started talking. "Can we trust this Jason?" Percy asked, his brows furrowed. He was thinking it all through. Percy is the most calculated person I know. Not a single move is done without having thought it through a million times. Without having seen all the possibilities of that move. He won't even change seats with someone without checking that it w

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

my hands were shaking, tears falling and Percy pulled me into his arms assuring me once again that everything will be okay. His scent draws me in, he smells like the ocean, and I let my body drown in his arms when he lay me down beside him. I was snuggling in closer, my hands roaming his body latching onto his muscular front. Feeling the need to get close to him to erase the coldness in my insides, I reached under his shirt spreading my cold fingers on top of his warm chest. "Come here, you're so cold." Percy took off his shirt and pull the covers over both of us, taking me to his naked chest and engulfing me in his warmth. I sighed feeling him, basking in his scent, smelling his ocean-scent

I never thought I could fall for a man’s charms whom I met just now, accidentally, because he decided to be my saviour when I didn’t need it the most. His eyes looked straight into my soul and my soul danced at the heat of his eyes. I never felt that way. But again, I never found a werewolf like him. He felt like he was out of the league. And I didn’t know if I ever remember when was the last time I felt self-conscious. He was the Greek god. “If you can’t say it in words. I could give you another way to choose.” He broke the trail of my wild thoughts.

By his side was where I would always belong. "You want a mess?" Percival asked with an eyebrow raised. He placed his elbow on the table and rested the side of his chin against his knuckles. "We can start in your company," he suggested. Cadmus huffed and straightened his back. His eyes started throwing daggers back at Percival's. "What are you? Her lapdog?" Cadmus snarled. An amused chuckle slipped out of Percy's lips as he leaned back. He glanced at me, and a smirk tugged on his lips before looking back at Cadmus. "I worship her."