Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

He wore dark jeans, evidence of blending in with the humans, and had his trident in one hand. " You too. I can see you somewhat love to be in their clothing." Zeus replied smugly. "I do, but, once I get back into the vast seas, they're rendered useless. They seem to rip right off." He said, forking up a piece of food. His huge hands made the fork look incredibly small. "That's because you're too big for it, once you're in the water." Hermes added, Chuckling. "Enough! Nobody talks until we're done eating." Hera added with a Stern voice. She never had any subtle bone in her, maybe she does, maybe she pretends not to.

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."

Yours sincerely Annabeth

No normal people could withstand it. “Perseus, the son of Zeus and Danae, haha.” He chuckled mockingly before continuing as if it was something funny. “... the slayer of the Gorgon Medusa and the rescue of Andromeda from a sea monster.” Perseus jolted, sweat trickling down his back. The mockery tone delivered by Hades brought an unexplainable fear that he would never dare to openly express it nor dared to show his fear. “Oh… Lord Hades…”

"Oh, really? Well, if I wanted to save the lives of animals, I could’ve become a veterinarian. And if I wanted to save the Devil, I would’ve become a preacher. But you see, I’m a doctor, and the oath I took was only to save humans—not animals like you… or should I call you manimal?" The room crackles with tension as the prisoners exchange glances, realizing there is no hope of escape. The air is thick with dread, and even Jason, who has witnessed much bloodshed in his life, seems uncomfortable. Percy, however, thrives in this setting. His hands, steady and practiced, hold the syringes as if they are extensions of his very soul.

I clenched my eyes shut, not opening them until I had willed the beast away. Suddenly, I heard Theo snap her fingers together. "You still with me?" My gaze shot up to hers. The warm brown was as comforting as the Ilios soil. "I am. Tell me, what contact do you have on Zeus 9?" I asked, maintaining her gaze to distract my wandering eyes from any bit of naked flesh visible from her robe. "A guy called the Pantomath," Theo answered. "Ever heard of him?" "Unfortunately." A warlock who sold his soul to a demon for the ability to remember everything he's ever been told. A man who claims to know everything. "Why would you be in contact with him?"

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.

Alpha Reuel sighed, “My apologies. That would be ‘wielded’, as I’m sure they would've carried on with his execution by now.” Keyleth met my eyes, her warm brown skin glowing in the sunlight. Her attention had been across the dias some minutes ago, but now they were at me—concern evident in her eyes. Father’s lips were pressed in a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. News like these were the sole reason I had to keep the embers in my chest a secret. I was an elemental, my powers having showed themselves early when I was just an infant. “That's quite unfortunate,” father’s hand wrapped around the handle of the chair he sat on, strands of his long dark-brown hair coming out of the braids

She say and thank goodness because I deeded, I am broken inside and not sure I was ready to explain everything to her. Later in the day, I decided to tell her about Percy. I sit on her bed while she hands me tea. “I met someone… a guy.” I say absently. Her eyes light up. “Really?” “His name is Percy. He’s just a friend.” Her mouth falls open. “Percy?” She exclaims in disbelief. “Lyssa… Percy Logan?” I blink. “I don’t know his last name.” She stares at me. “He’s a tech wizard. Low-key celebrity. Very wealthy. He’s a quiet billionaire. Every woman’s dream man.” She say, adjusting closet in excitement . “Not everyone knows him, but those who do, know.”