Percy Jackson Oracle Novels & Stories

As I attempt to assimilate everything spoken, I brush the palm of my hand over my face and back in the other direction. “Oracles are designed like souls. They come in pairs, but now and then, an Oracle will fall and try to infect everything that we are meant to stand for. The Dark Oracle was who we all grew up to fear, but now that Miya has returned…" The words fall from her lips as she leaves her sentence unfinished. "She is the most feared and with very good reason."

“Clearly there is an explanation for all of this and rest assured everyone in this room will be informed, but not by me as it’s not my information to tell…..Idris would you care to say a few words….the king nods at Idris handing him the floor, more murmurs in the crowds as no one seems to know who Idris is? “Greetings everyone, my name is Idris. It is true, I am the final Phoenix that has survived. I am sorry I have stayed hidden from you all for so long however I needed to keep myself safe, as well as I have been working night and day to try and preserve and fix everything around you. I had been informed by our king that there was someone willing to be turned, as the last of my kind, I hap

It felt like I was caged inside a box without a door for me to go out. However, some things changed as soon as I got here in the world of Olympus. Of course, I still have no idea what I must do and can do in this life. But for now, all I can say is… I want to stay here in the meantime. And because of what happened yesternight, the Headmistress, Professor Damaris, scheduled my orientation for my first day here at the Academy of Olympus as the newest Seeker. “What’s a Seeker again?” I asked Dr. Foster as she helped me fix my hair and prepare for today’s agenda.

Before he could strike again, I thrust out my staff and shouted, “Aegis Lux!” A barrier of shimmering blue light formed in front of the Oracle, absorbing the mana burst with a deep hum. The air crackled with tension. The Oracle looked up at me, her eyes weary but kind. “Thank you, child. But you should not be here.” “Too late for that,” I said, helping her to her feet. Vaelen turned, his eyes narrowing. “You again.” His voice was dripping with disdain. “Children meddling in matters beyond their comprehension.”

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

The oracle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at Kayla. Kayla spoke first. “I showed her the images,” she said quietly. Now everyone went still again. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. The oracle finally looked back at me. And nodded. “Yes,” she said calmly. “It was a night devourer.” The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Hector’s jaw tightened immediately, his expression darkening with anger and something deeper—something like dread. Luna Kayla sighed softly, her shoulders sagging just a little, like she had been hoping for a different answer too.

A strange silence settled over the infirmary as the Oracle stepped in. She was draped in layers of flowing silver, her face half-covered with a translucent veil that shimmered with moonlight. But it wasn’t her appearance that made me tense, it was the overwhelming power radiating from her. Star instinctively reached for my hand. The Oracle stopped by the cribs, her fingers hovering just above the twins. Her voice, when she spoke, was soft but absolute. “Twins born under a fractured moon... children of balance and fire... they are the long-awaited ones.”

Her face was obscured by a veil, but I could feel her gaze on me, her eyes like twin flames that pierced through the darkness. “You’ve come,” she said, her voice soft but clear, each word vibrating with an ancient power. I stepped forward, my heart pounding. “I need answers.” The Oracle didn’t move. She didn’t even seem to acknowledge my words, as if she had already known what I was going to ask. “You seek to know the future,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “But the future is never clear. It is as shifting as the wind, as unpredictable as the tides. And you, Seraphina, are the one who will shape it.”

“Apollo is satisfied with your price. Now, I shall drink from his light and give you his sight.” Suddenly, her body went rigid. Her head snapped back with a violent jerk, and her clouded eyes began to glow with a sharp, terrifying golden fire. The air in the room turned hot, pulsing like a living heart. When she spoke again, her gentle voice was gone. A power much older and colder spoke through her. "Hear the song of the silver and the gray, Little Dew," the Oracle cried, her voice echoing like thunder in the small room. "The wolves you lead shall run into a wall of spears. They must stumble in the light to find their path in the dark. They must lose the earth to gain the stars. Only through