Percy Jackson Oracle Novels & Stories

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

Standing up from the seat, holding the staff, she raised her head, looking at Zaccheus. Zaccheus shivered from her white pupil-less eyes, feeling them holding him up, "this is all I can do to help you," she murmured, "I am not supposed to interfere in this world's affairs, but I've woven myself in it, at the moment I sent the ghost to warn you." Zaccheus nodded his head in understanding, cupping his hands in respect and gratitude to the Oracle for giving them the way. "Thank you," "Don't thank me until your mate is safe."

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.

He was large, but nothing compared to what I've encountered before, and I knew he's a wolf immediately. And lastly, I find golden eyes already watching me. The warmth I had felt protruded from him, and with a single glance, I understood why. His golden blonde hair is tied back in a high ponytail, falling to his hips. Silver circle sat at the centre of his forehead. The rims being much thinner at the bottom than the top. Also, much smaller circles and lines scattered across his forehead, turning into a crown. Oracle. Everyone seated at the table stands and bows respectfully to Sophia, except the Oracle. Oracle bows to no one but our Deity's. They prophesise and are the only ones to have met o

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