Percy Jackson Real Name Novels & Stories

Percy is seated on the floor beside the shelves, reading something on his tablet. His hair is packed up into a bun, and he’s dressed like he’s walking a runway. That’s just the Percy look if I’m being honest. I had a girl dump me because someone said Percy was interested in dating... he wasn’t. Even I could tell that rumor was fake but she didn’t want him to know she was associated with me, in case it was true.

I tried to remember the dead body of my little brother and of Valarie, how I had felt when I had seen their dried out corpse with the two fangs holes in their neck but all I could think about was the frightened girl leaning against me, trying so much to be strong. ‘’My name is Percy.’’ – She deserved that much. She pulled her self away from my arms immediately. ‘’Percy King? ……. Great, it figures.’’ ‘’What, I don’t remember telling you my surname.’’ I said starting to get suspicious, she was an ancient vampire after all. ‘’No you didn’t but my roommate Clarrisa did.’’—

“He didn’t tell you guys to call him by his real name. He still responds when he is called Riley. You should at least consider his decisions. He might have other thoughts about his identity.” Paco has a reasonable explanation but it didn’t stop Minerva’s friends from putting more theories to an already complex situation before them. He grunted in silence while keeping himself busy on the barbecue stock. How he wishes that there would be more customers coming so that he will lose his unintended attention from their discourse. But no other people are coming. Nothing can excuse him from answering their irresistible question. “What is his real name, Paco?” “His real name is Oneil,” Paco shortly

"Have you gone to Hera's temple to praise her?" Persephone rested her chin on her hands, a smile on her face. "Why would I? You already pray to Apollo for me." "He is not your Familia, Persephone." She did a thing with her hand and smiled sweetly at him "Please, do not be so formal. Call me Percy." Charilaus made a disgusted face at the name and she nearly laughed but Hades passed a look that made her just keep smiling. When he was seated, and everyone began to eat, except Cleon of course who was standing behind Charilaus, Persephone began her usual act of annoying her dear Father.

“I assumed his last name was Moretti, but I don’t think it is now since you told me it’s a fake name.” “Marcus,” Brandon utters out of the blue. He draws himself up, and his expression turns furious, as though he’s ready to kill at any moment. The twins glance at each other darkly. “What the fuck?” Carmelo curses. “Two birds with one stone,” Constantine remarks and straightens his back. “Looks like our search is over.” “What? What is it?” I ask. “Marcus Katrakis,” Jason says. “That’s our guy, Laynie. The real one, at least.”

“I don’t need your charity.” He tilts his head slightly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, but his eyes stay hard. “Percy. Percy Hawthorne is my name. And you? Though I think I remember you from the club..” I cross my arms. “Lyssa. Yeah, I remember you. The guy who wouldn’t let me drink my sorrows away.” He adds. He nods once, his expression unchanging. “That night You were about to make a mistake. It looked like you needed saving from yourself.”

I asked slowly, his eyes met mine again and he smiled slowly, his pointed teeth looking like a wolfs. "Well...depends...." he hesitated, his smile gone, replaced with a sad expression. "You knew me as Jackson..." I stared, the name rolling around my mind as I mulled it over. I shook my head. "I don't know you..." He sighed, "my real name is Samael.." I flinched slightly, blue fire erupting in my mind as I tensed. "You...you were badly hurt...I didn't have a choice but to bring you here..." his eyes darted around the room.

“Movies, Baba. Have you got to one where Persephone is kept captive by Hades in the Underworld yet?” He picked up one from the top of a pile and handed it to me, grimacing. “She also mentioned that Hercules has a secret love affair with Persephone and that she claims that her name is Megara. She didn’t even get the hero’s name correct! Heracles, people! Heracles!”

Another familiar voice that sent shivers down to my spine said. A tall man wearing a suit, he's eyes were emerald green, his perfect jawline, pointed nose, his physical appearance is no joke. "Lucifer," I breathe out. "I'm glad that you still remember me, Hera." "Don't call me that!" I glared at him, I don't want to hear that name, ever again. "Wait what? Rain? Harley? I'm so confused what's her real name! Can someone enlighten me?!" Thomas exclaimed in confusion.

“You did a good deed back then. But I don’t take it easy on imposters.” Jason’s mother looked between me and Henry. “There must be a misunderstanding—” “There’s no misunderstanding,” Jake cut in. “Claire lied. She’s not a Prescott. Never was. Her real name is Bertha Johnson.” “That name, don’t call me that!” I screamed, rushing to Jake. “I’m not that person anymore!” Tears rushed down my face. “Bertha,” Jake said firmly, “you can run all you want, but you can never change your roots.”