Percy Jackson Oracle Novels & Stories

He swallowed hard, his throat feeling like parchment paper as he blinked rapidly, trying to push himself up into a sitting position in the dim lighting, but just as he tried, a hand gripped his shoulder and forced him back down. His eyes snapped to his side, a breath escaping him when he met the dark eyes of the priestess staring down at him. Shock bled into confusion. “What—why are you here and where am I?" he whispered, and she turned away for a moment, walking around the room and lighting up some candles. “You’re in clan five, Alpha.” "You should be grateful to the goddess you're alive, you barely made it," she murmured with her back still turned to him. Orion frowned, "I was stabbed, not

She dipped her head and wiped the drop of tears from her eyes “We haven’t gotten a visitor here in such a long time.” I nodded looking around. “I can tell.” Turning with one of the pups holding onto my index finger I introduced myself. “I’m Sorrel, Luna Sorrel, and this….” I pulled Kaine forward who was still at a loss for words. “This is the Oracle. He’s very strong and powerful. One time I got injured and he healed me.” “Wowww.” The pups let out a collective gasp.

“He’s crossing.” “Crossing where?” Liora demanded. But the answer never came, Because a shadow stepped through the far doorway. Robed in black ash. Crowned in bone. Eyes closed, but every step deliberate. The Oracle of Ash, Gasps swept the chamber, Even Aria bowed low, Liora stayed standing. “I didn’t summon you,” she said. The Oracle opened her eyes. They were hollow “No,” the Oracle said softly. “But your son did.”

His nostrils flared up and down, trying to take the air after his mouth didn’t cooperate to even gasp for air. [You need to talk if you want to breathe again, my Samuel.] Amid his panic, he heard the telepathy inside his head, Shadow’s uninterested voice was clear to his mind. The oracle. It was true. Oracle happened only after it found the most powerful individual aside from the fire wielder. “Mmpphhh!!! Mpphhh!” He tried to open his mouth, the curse was only the tip of his tongue, waiting to be vomited. Only if he could.

As Maximus entered, the Oracle, a venerable figure draped in ethereal robes, awaited him. "The gods have spoken, Maximus," the Oracle intoned, her voice a melodic blend of wisdom and prophecy. "In the veins of Thrace flows the blood of your kin, a son who bears the mark of destiny. You must unite with him, for his purpose aligns with the divine will."

She’d had an image of the Greek goddess-type in a flowing white gown draped over one shoulder. Instead, the Oracle was a middle-aged woman with a curvy frame, wildly curling black hair tightly confined with a multicolored headscarf, and creamy chocolate skin. As she moved closer, she held out both of her hands in an expectant fashion. Slowly, North offered one of her own, expecting something like a palm reading. Instead, the Oracle simply grasped her hand between her palms and squeezed gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, North. My name is Persephone, though most people call me Oracle or Seer Persephone. I prefer to dispense with that.”

His scent lingered around me, as a comfort kiss in my heart. The cave widened into a chamber where the walls glowed faintly with veins of crystal. At the center sat the Oracle—a woman draped in threads of silver and black, her eyes clouded like storm glass. She was ageless, her face neither young nor old, but carved with wisdom that cut deeper than time. “You should not be here, Elysia Celeriac,” she said before I spoke, her voice low, like the rustle of leaves over graves. “You are already walking the line between light and shadow. To unseal what you carry will erase that line forever.”

He smiled at the two, showing his long canine teeth. “Pan Phineas!” Dorin ran towards the hooded oracle. “Finally, I can have a proper lesson with you!” “And I, with you.” Dorin could hear amusement in the oracle’s raspy voice though he could not see his face. “So...” pan raised a bony hand which tapped something solid beneath his hood. “Where do we begin?” “I actually have no idea, besides, with the seal Aunt Agate gave me, wouldn’t it be hard to teach me to control my lightning?” asked Dorin.

The air crackled with dominance and distrust. Selene stood at Kael’s right hand. The twin was quieter now, watchful—but not gone. At the center of the hall, the Pack’s Oracle stepped forward. She was ancient, spine bent with age, eyes clouded white—but when she spoke, the gods listened. “The god beneath the Cascades stirs,” the Oracle rasped. “Eryx sends his first avatar.” A collective snarl rippled through the hall. Kael’s hands curled into fists. “Where?”

Liora yelped. The other omega who was fitting her gown, immediately rubbed a soothing hand over Liora’s calf. “I’m sorry Luna! I didn’t mean to prick you.” “That is alright, dear. Can you give me a moment?” Liora shimmied out of the skirt and into the robe they held for her. They then helped her down from the stool and over to an ottoman. Liora tried to settle her nerves as the Oracle shifted closer as if she was gliding over the floor. “What did you want to tell me, Oracle?”