Percy Jackson Sword Novels & Stories

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

“What...? How did that get here?” Seraphina’s voice trembled as her eyes widened in horror. There, beneath her bed, lay a golden sword—polished, untouched, almost glowing. Its blade shimmered like sunlight on water, and the sapphire in its hilt seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was magnificent, dangerous, magnetic. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. The sword seemed to call to her, pulling her in with invisible strings.

Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash. His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed. He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him like a tide of crimson. He sees

That was the sword he had used. "Mr. Ballard, the sword he's holding is the legendary Sable Dragon. I hope you can give me that sword." Gary couldn't suppress his excitement as he strode out of the woods and pleaded with Sebastian.

Ezekiel's longbow had clear color and along with the clear color, fire and water droplets were scattered. Maximo had a pure black long sword, however, when you look closer, his name was embedded in it and with every swing he makes, fire came out of the sword. The tip of the sword was also pointy. Sirene had two thin swords on her hands and it has beautiful designs embedded in them. Every swing she makes, a yellow glow came out of her swords, and the wind was strangely following her sword, Also, fire came out of her two thin swords that made the wind hotter. Hector had the same size as Maximo's sword. This time, it was pure white and a strange design that matched the sword was embedded in it.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

The Duke approaches with a lazy gait, and Alcina balks when she sees what the man is dragging behind him. Held in an expert grip is five swords, their gleaming tips grazing along the floor as Percy approaches. Darla faces her with a wicked smile, crooning when Percy comes close enough for Darla to greet her with a little nuzzle. Percy’s own lips part in an amused, gummy grin, happiness written in his features in a way that transforms it into something nearly unrecognizable to Alcina. And then, Darla pulls one of the swords from Percy’s grip and tosses it.

Francis said with a small frown on his face. “I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to. They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold. The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver. The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

He looked at me, I don't know why I found his eyes very hypnotic. I followed him and stood beside him; he looked at me and answered, “ A day before you came she suddenly disappeared. I think it is Destiny’s will. Wherever she goes I pray that she's fine, that the gods protect her as I protect her." He placed his face on his palm, not long enough he stood up. He was in a daze. "Does a katana or a sword showed to you?” he asked me while still in a daze. I grab the sword hidden, behind in my blouse and showed it to him. He seems surprised and scared. I asked, “ Why do you looked scared?