Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Percy took the jacket of his suit off and moved to unbutton the shirt but I reached out and began undoing them one after the other, slowly, relishing in the way the small movement of my hips seemed to drive him crazy. When I finally got rid of the shirt, I marvelled at the sight of Percy’s body. He looked so very lean while wearing clothes but now that the top half of him was exposed I could see the beauty he’d been hiding behind the suit. It was no wonder he had been able to beat Declan so easily. Percy's body looked like it had been sculpted by a greek god. He was muscular, not in the way that made one appear big and intimidating but in the way that you knew he was serious about his body.

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.

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.

Suddenly the dark place became bright. 'Welcome back to The Myth. Choose your character. ' The voice that Leon didn't want to hear the most came back. For whatever sake in this world, Leon regrets creating this game called The Myth. The digital screen has opened in front of him, Leon chooses the character Perseus, because the other characters who are the main gods in Olympus are not yet unlocked or maybe deliberately locked.

There suddenly erupted a thunderous roar from outside the Yggdrasil Palace. Immediately afterward, a robust voice shouted, “Thieves of the Yggdrasil Sect, come out and face your death!” When he heard this, Perthacus’ face darkened. “This troublesome fellow is here again.” “Who’s that?” James asked. Perthacus gritted his teeth. “He calls himself the Punisher of the Nine Heavens. Despite being only at the peak of the Ninth Tribulation, he’s remarkably powerful. Each time he appears, we lose several of our peak Ninth Tribulation powerhouses.”

I say, then I take a step back. “You forgot one thing,” Kai starts, “What is your brother’s name, and how can we find him?” He then pulls out the knife and tosses it to the side. “His name... His name is Alyosha. He is tall, covered in rune tattoos and looks like me, just with a shaved head. Find Vanya; she will lead you to him.” Kai looks at Konstantin and nods, then he punches a fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his still-beating heart. Ilya coughs, looks up at Kai and smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before he slumps over in Konstantin’s arms.

Elias smiled and said: “Sorry guys, I went a bit fast!” The boy looked up at his master respectfully: "Yes, I keep up with you, prince." Lily glanced at the boy and said, “My son is not. You slow down for me.” "Okay, okay, I'll go slow and wait for you two." Elias was born with a magical power, so even if he walked slowly, it was equal to other people following him. Lily gasped: "I'm not going, you two go first, I'll be back later."

She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also makes Hecate your Auntie.”

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.

Solmyra had never feared anyone—not gods, not kings, not creatures born of shadow or sea. She had drained armies of their magic, bent centuries to her will, and prolonged her existence beyond mortal time. But at this moment, suspended in the air by a force that defied every ancient law she knew, she was afraid. Her feet dangled helplessly, silver-lined fingers clawing at an invisible grip clamped around her throat. Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting.