Percy Jackson Oracle Novels & Stories

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

Jake explained, his voice pleading with Ellie to understand. "Why do you call him the oracle?" Ellie asked. "He guides the elders," Jake said. "Guides?" Ellie questioned. "Yes, guides. He knows things about what is coming in our future. The future of werewolves. His job is to help us survive. There is only ever one oracle alive at a time and when he dies, another will be born to take his place. He doesn't know a lot, just pieces here and there, but he can see the important pieces. He makes matches based on that information, but somehow he was tricked when he made my match. He somehow matched me despite you," Jake said.

I said, and Grecco shook his head. “No, as a seer we can see the future, we get snaps, like seeing pictures and placing them together... an oracle sees the full picture, and can see all the outcomes, like Dr. Strange in Avengers. She usually speaks in riddles, allowing you to follow the best path, but she never gives you the answer.” Grecco explained, and somehow I wanted to consult that doctor now. “Why do you ask?” “Because your sister, the one who left first... she said we should start our journey with the oracle,” I said, and the father chuckled.

I asked. "I can only tell you her name," the Oracle paused, staring at me before she continued, "she's called Lucinda, a very powerful witch." Lucinda. "Tell me how to fix it," I growled, stepping closer. "I will do anything. Anything at all." The Oracle closed her eyes. "It is not your strength that will break it. Nor your will." "Then whose?" She didn’t answer. "Tell me!" The water in the pool turned dark.

“That ghost of your twin, attacked Kryptos, and his household. But before the incident, I saw the old man speak with him. That stubborn old man bowed to him. That got me more confused. I was wondering when my old friend, Kryptos, began bowing to you. I thought he was you. Everything got more twisted when you showed up at the event, and then there was another you attacking Kryptos - your ghost twin. I almost ran mad about it. Something is fucking off. A lot of things.” “I know, Thane. We can only find….” “Alpha Arkon,” Kael cuts me off. “The Oracle is here,” he informs. “Let her in,” I tell him. “You invited an Oracle?” Thane questions. “I thought we both needed answers. The Oracle will give

She’s going to suck the life force out of me! “And why doesn’t it?” I grumble through clenched teeth, trying not to snap my head to Grayson as Jaxson tries to dominate me with just his bloody gaze. “Because Little Wolf, an Oracle’s life-force is endless. God’s created them to be able to talk, see and be possessed by our Deities whenever they see fit. If part of you is an Oracle, then you have nothing to worry about,” he shrugs. “So, if she’s part Oracle, does that mean she used ‘Voca de Oracle’ on her father?” Dylan suddenly questions.

Theo said happily as he clapped his hands together. The rest burst into loud laughter. Theo is indeed one of the best gifts the moon goddess gave Snow-White Moon pack. With him around, everyone's moods will always be light. “Oracle, please have a seat.” Luna Crystal called for her to have a seat, which the Oracle gladly did. Everyone peeked at each other. They were very much aware that the Pack Oracle doesn't come to the pack house unless she has an important message from the moon goddess. The Oracle has her own little house built on the outskirts of the pack, near where the lake stream passes. She needed a quiet and secluded place for her meditations with the moon goddess.

Penelope was the first to get out of the limousine that had transported them from the auditorium to the school's gate. When she was out, Derek who was quite confident of himself retrieving the orb and making enchanters like him proud stepped out, too, and lastly, Harold Girard, who had an expressionless look on his face exited the limousine.

“But that is who you are. You are the son of Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel, and the king of hell.” I grit my teeth, refusing to argue. Moving forward, I push her into a nearby wall and wrap my hand around her fragile throat. “You are trying my patience, Oracle. Now, what is it that you have for me?” Nonplussed by my hostility, the Oracle raises her chin and begins to hum. As a soft sound escapes her lips, her eyes begin to glow. The light is almost blinding, but I can’t let her go. I listen, entranced as she speaks. Every hair on my body stands on end, and the fiery flames in my eyes burn brighter.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t