Percy Jackson Oracle Novels & Stories

Amber asked. "I can't? I don't remember telling you that?" The Oracle asked genuinely confused. "You just told me that you can't touch children." Amber asked. Amber's eyes widened when she watched the Oracle's once red orbs turning into lifeless black color again. "What are you talking about and what I am doing here?" Oracle looked around in alarm. "I was supposed to run before he wakes up." The Oracle stood from the ground, her eyes wide in fear. Fear for what? She was a being immortal feared. What was she afraid of?

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

It was hard to imagine that that was the ‘omniscient’ Oracle the vendor had mentioned. “Excuse me…” Andrius frowned slightly but stepped forward to ask, “Are you the Oracle?” “Of course. Ask me a question, and I’ll name you my price. If you think it’s fair, we’ll have a deal.” The Oracle looked at Andrius, his one good eye gleaming, giving off a different aura. “Okay!” Without wasting any time, Andrius went straight to the point. “I want to know about the distribution of forces in the Immortal Realm and information about the Etherium Immortal Lord.”

Maya took the box, feeling a strange energy emanating from it. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The Oracle's smile was enigmatic. "Open it," she said. "And you will see." Maya's heart was racing with anticipation as she opened the box. Inside, she saw a small, crystal pendant, glowing with an otherworldly light. "This is a symbol of your power," the Oracle said, her voice low and mysterious. "Wear it, and you will be reminded of your destiny." Maya felt a surge of excitement run through her veins as she took the pendant and fastened it around her neck.

“You all must go. Quickly. The Holy Order has already begun moving.” “Then why send for us now?” Dorian snapped. “Because Elias needs to remember who he is,” the Oracle replied. “And because you needed to hear this—together.” Kai narrowed his eyes. “You enjoy speaking in riddles, don’t you?” The Oracle didn’t answer. She simply turned and vanished back into the fog. They didn’t speak much on the way back. Even Kai, who usually couldn’t go five minutes without a sarcastic comment, remained quiet.

“Because I don’t.” Dorian frowned. “Well, that’s reassuring.” Cassian crossed his arms. “Who?” Idris hesitated before answering. “The Oracle.” Lena’s breath caught. The Oracle. A being older than the Rift itself. A creature of knowledge and secrets, whose price for information was never simple. Cassian’s jaw clenched. “You can’t be serious.” Idris gave him a pointed look. “Do we have a better choice?” Silence. Lena sighed, rubbing her temples. “Where do we find her?”

“Now you must calm down and let the energy of the earth flow through your body.” Tori's words made me sigh; Archer stepped out of the salt circle and then walked away with my father. The sorceress lit the candles and began to burn the flowers. “Goddess Luna, I ask you to help this poor servant find your way and reveal your beast,” Tori said and then began to recite a chant in another language. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the ground.

They knocked on the door, their hearts in their throats as they waited for her to answer. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing the enigmatic figure of the Oracle standing before them. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and her presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of ancient wisdom and power. “Greetings, Elio and Leonora.”, the Oracle said, her voice echoing with a strange resonance. “I have been expecting you.” Elio and Leonora exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to begin. But before they could speak, the Oracle motioned for them to enter, her eyes gleaming with an inscrutable wisdom.

The next day came, which was the third day of Aimee being in a coma. Lucien, as usual, was in front of her room, but this time he was not in his wolf form. “Good day, Alpha,” I greeted and was about to walk past him when he called me back “Alec.” I turned to him instantly and gave a bow. “Get me the Oracle. I have some questions I need her to clarify” I nodded before walking away. The Oracle was an old werewolf who had a spiritual connection to the moon goddess. They were rarely called unless it was for something crucial. When the Oracle arrived in the castle, Lucien met her in the throne room.

A soft giggle ensues “She is my grandmother and patroness and I am her voice in the mortal realm, of course she talks to me. Now about what you have found?” “I Have to talk to my son about the objects, the bracelet was my gift to the princess for her birthday, it matched the pendant that her father had me order. All I know is that it was buried in the debris from the fire. The girl…well, she is a very powerful witch and a mystery.” I relate some of what I have observed then heave a sigh “I wish you would join us for The Moonlight Dance this year. Afterall, it was you who brokered the pact all those years ago.” The oracle is near immortal being a direct descendant of the goddess, half fae and