Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

I could never be responsible for his death. "We can fight together! Achilles has the blood of the last Lycan King and I have the blood of the demigod and hero, Hercules," Perseus explains. "If only an ancestral power can save you, then you're with the right people!" "Exactly! There must be some way of activating our inherited powers. They are currently dormant." Achilles sits down on the other side of me and takes my other hand. I’m hurting and their words just make it worse. I can almost taste the curse on the tip of my tongue. I'm relieved to hear of their powers and my resolve strengthens even more.

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

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…

"Go to sleep, monkey. I can see the light of your television through the window. Let me guess, Jenea kicked you out?" "It's my choice to sleep here you, monkey. Go to sleep." She just replied with a middle finger emoji. I chuckled. I didn't notice that the movie I'm watching is already finished. I browsed Netflix until I saw my favorite movie. Percy Jackson. This one really never gets old to me. If there is something that makes me fascinated, it is Greek mythology. Well except from Jenea. She makes me feel all the feelings in this goddamn universe. "Cursed blade shall reap." I chorused Percy's line

, another boy popped up from behind her, he was tall, lanky and had a mop of black hair, his tie was not properly knotted and he had the silliest grin on his face. "Who are you?" "Jesse", he said."I'm the Micheal Jackson of Ogan" "Micheal Jackson?", I laughed looking at Tochi who looked amused as well. "You give off more of Tupac", another girl, I now know to be Floxy said and everyone murmured their agreements. "Both black legends", Jesse said with a smug look on his face. "So... Ibim. Would you like to go on a date with Micheal Jackson or with Tupac?", Jesse said.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

“You didn’t have to do that.” “Yes, I did,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my shoulder. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before he pulled away, breathing against my neck as he did. “I should have done it a long time ago. I was wrong to delay it until now.” I turned in his arms, searching his eyes for hesitation, but there wasn’t any. Just sincerity. Just warmth. Just Damon. “I’ve never belonged anywhere, Damon,” I admitted, barely able to find my voice. “Turn My parents have died. Even when I lived here, I was always the Omega, the outcast, the orphan who everyone pitied.”

’ my subconscious questioned me and I pressured my lazy brain to think on it… As I was busy with my thought suddenly whispered among fishermen stopped and another fisherman who was twice my size spoke in his little overwhelms tone “Ahhh……. Mister Draco…. There is only one person in our village that can help you to get your ship repaired…. we can work to help you but his guidance will be required” “Who is he?” Draco questioned them in lame tone “His name is Drunken Tony !” a middle aged fisher man quickly replied but now his tone was much different than earlier, now he looked more enthusiastic to help Draco…