Percy Jackson Real Name Novels & Stories

“They’re being paid to uncover the truth. And the truth is, there’s something big here. Something we’ve been kept in the dark about.I know it. I can feel it in my heart. I am never wrong about my intuitions.Wait a minute.” Elizabeth turned towards Marissa, her lips curled, eyes towards thr ceiling, a prominent frown on her forehead as she lost herself, contemplating something. " It seems like Percy and Jake are the same age, doesn't it? ” Percy was shocked to learn that his mother still remembered his name. But why the sudden compassion? But Elizabeth didn't wait any longer. She strutted off. Percy quickly moved as she crossed in front of his door, making sure she didn't notice him.

But Giovanni also taught me that giving up was not going to be an option. Giovanni. How the name of father became so foreign to my tongue that I noticed simply referred to him as Giovanni, who's no longer my dad. He was no longer the support that I had. He was known that I had in my life. He was just a man that tormented me to get what he wanted. "Lysandra… please," he gasped. "I can't. If I keep doing this, I can't fight back, Lysandra." "You can," I said flatly, circling him like a predator assessing a broken wing. "You just don't want to. And that is why I'm not going to allow you to stop, Carter. We're going to keep doing this."

We were discussing random things when Percy’s eyes suddenly widened. “What is it?” “He is coming.” She replied. “Who?” “The nerd.” “From yesterday?” I asked and she nodded. Davin chuckled. “He probably wants another round with you.” The male stopped at our table. He was brown blonde and had a pair of glasses on. To be honest, he was indeed cute but definitely not my type. Was Percy sex starved to have laid with such kind of person? “Layla.” The nerd called. I glanced at Percy, almost bursting into laughter. She definitely lied that her name was Layla and not Percy.

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

I had no clue about what she was talking about. "Why would she do that?" Cordelia asked and Hera clenched her fist. "To hide him from us" she responded. "What do you mean?" Both women echoed. "His real name is Jacota. He is the son of the god of thunder. Technically, he's the one who is to inherit his father's powers. Altan is just a name to deceive us" I was taken aback by this. Was I really Jacota? Was that why I had the ability to control and invoke storms? I took a step backwards, unable to wrap my head around what I'd just heard.

I gasped; my eyes widened in disbelief. “Most of the time, I’m known as the werewolf who owns the underground club for Outworlders, but sometimes I’m also known with another alias—the Warlock Alpha,” he explained as he flicked his finger in the air, making the glass on his table briefly levitate, showcasing his power. I was stunned. “But I would prefer it if you call me River, River Perez. That’s my real name.” “River…” I echoed his name, still trying to grasp the situation.

The guy looked gorgeous and seems to spend a lot of time on his appearance because everything on him screams money and his code name seems to suit him well, Billionaire, an alpha. Percy swiped left again to reveal an image of a Latin American guy whose code name is the same as his origin. " How original, " Percy mumbled to himself not too impressed but the guy must have something to offer if he had made it through four hunts, he thought to himself swiping left again for the last image.

I watch as Alexander and Odysseus walk toward the centaur camp, leaving the meager cover we’d found behind a cluster of boulders. I’m still bitter that Rick Riordan’s party-obsessed, fun-loving centaurs aren’t real. Granted, the guy’s human and probably never met an actual centaur—but still. I loved Percy Jackson as a kid. I just wanted some of it to be true.

But even with those two things changed, I would know James… or is it Jaxon? “Jaxon Pierce is my real name, by the way,” he added, as if he could hear my thoughts. “I lived a life before you, Jade, one full of useless people I needed to get rid of before I made you mine. I changed my name right as we met. James Langley. It felt sophisticated, like the sort of man you’d want.” He caresses my cheek, his obsession staring down at me through amber contact lenses. I flinch, but, afraid of what he’d do if he noticed, I lean into his hand.

...... **Flashback**....... "What brings you here Señor Pattinson?” General Nikolas asked. "I'm here to reveal the truth you've been hunting, I know you've been suspecting. There's no Robert Pattinson, my real name is Santiago De León, the adopted son of Señor Santiago De León. I know you are going to ask me why I was hiding behind that identity." "Let's be honest if you were in my shoes you'd do the same when the entire world hates you because of your late father's past life. I couldn't stand the hate and all so I decided to change my identity, for myself and my family." He concluded.