Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Dude, Prince Rhyker can defeat you in one slice. Can we ban the royals, please? "Did you read the book Gelium?" Asked Justin, I stopped eating my sandwich and cleared my throat to answer him, I can't believe he has the boldness to ask me that. "Never mind, I shouldn't ask that to a book lover." He said quickly, making me smile in satisfaction.

She had a feeling that either one of them—or all, will be chosen to stand for his kind. “We have Derek Baxter, a wizard,” the vice chancellor said, peering down on a small piece of paper. Series of claps broke out of a corner of the auditorium and in seconds, diffused to the other parts as a blonde-haired boy with an unusually long face stood up gracefully and made his way to the podium with small legs like a puppy. Trisha couldn't help but feel jealous that she wasn't ranked number one amongst enchanters but she didn't have much time to nurture her resentment because Dr. Giovanni was on to another name.

Only Jaiyana. Ion peed his pants after realizing that Jaiyana is done with Percy. Is he next? He badly wanted to escape, but his legs couldn't move. Jaiyana's cold gaze darted towards Ion, who wetted his pants. She almost raised an eyebrow at him. How could a 14 year old kid wet his pants? Jaiyana looked at Flint's face, who's eyes almost burst into tears and realized, 'oh he's just scared. '

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:

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

- 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.

I scream as the connection stretches violently, pulled taut by a force that isn’t severing it— But claiming it. Ethan stiffens, eyes blazing with shock. “Rory—” The Crown screams. And somewhere far beyond Midnight’s borders, something ancient answers. Not with hunger. But recognition.

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…

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

He had no idea, but he found himself saying, "I can fight." She nodded, finally looking away from him. "Good." They all began talking as soon as she turned away from him, Leonidas learning their names in quick succession. Hercules, he was a Zeus Familia and from the way he spoke, a High Family. The girl on him, Aellai, Artemis, he was not sure what she was or not. Then on another log entirely, two other people, Odysseus, a Poseidon Familia and Dido, an Athena Familia.