Percy Jackson Sword Novels & Stories

Percy took a deep breath and unleashed his world avatar. A two-meter-long sword appeared behind him which happened to be Percy's world avatar. At that moment, Percy seemed to be barely holding it up, but he still managed to force out another attack. With a shout, he shot forward like an arrow. The world avatar turned into pure energy as it merged with the sword in Percy's hand! Under everyone's widened eyes, he started to strike at the injured purple-feathered beast again!

A bloody esophagus hung out as his blood sprayed out in a torrent. "Holy mother..." Persephone rushed towards her room. She needed to get her ancient sword. The one which was given to her by the sorcerer. She kicked open the door and her eyes zeroed in on her weapon, she jumped for it and stumbled as a menacing, strong-looking vampire who was way too handsome for being a villain blocked her path. "Going for this," he asked as he grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the sheath. "I don't think you're going to be using this pretty sword today Vampyre.

She said, "He won't be coming home now. Reece left a while ago to meet him. It seems there's trouble." Alarmed, I asked. "What happened?" "Nothing that I know of." Patricia shrugged, as if thinking back to the moment Reece left. "He took a sun sword with him, though." "And what's that supposed to be." "The only way to kill a demon." It registered with me. They were currently fighting a battle, and now that I knew, it did nothing to calm my beating heart. A shrill scream sprang from outside, alerting Patricia and I. I rushed for the door, but she stopped with a hand on my arm.

He couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. "That's my sword love." He said approaching her. She tightened her stance and pointed the sword at him. "Well then I think I won?" She smiled at him. "Sword!" He yelled. Jason unhooked his sword and stepped forward handing his sword to Gavin. His sword had a beautiful golden handle that shined in the sunlight. It was much thicker than Gavin's. Gavin's sword was lighter and felt good in Morgan's hand. It was silver which differed from most of the men on the ship. It was definitely heavier than swords she had used before but she would make this work. They stared at each other for a moment waiting to see who would attack first.

But worst of all, she mourned the fact that she may never see herself as anything else but that. *"You're an Angel, Haemera."* The voice was a whisper, but she recognised it. Her sobs grew quiet, and she furrowed her brows. Who was it again? *"I'll join you. Together, we'll save everyone. I know we will."* Her thoughts seized. In the silence, she saw him; a fifteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes, with a smile so broken, yet so beautiful. "Therion," She breathed in a low whisper.

The sheath was white with the painting of a dragon breathing fire around it. Paenyrah presented it to me, and I chuckled lightly as I took it from her. “Now, this makes a gun look old fashioned.” I muttered, unsheathing the sword calmly. The silver plated sword shone brightly in the room, and I knew I was set for what needed to be done. “Do you remember its name?” Paenyrah asked, and I chuckled. “How could I forget the Legion?” I asked, and she smirked.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

He missed everything about her. "Jax," Nova said, her voice calm but sure, "you're the sword with the sapphire at the top. Cael's is the emerald. Fin's is the center. Elle, you're the dagger next to Cael's. Emerald as well." Jax moved toward the blade like he'd been called. The sapphire pulsed before he touched it. The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, his eyes flooded blue and the sword ignited. Instantly, a vision surfaced in the room.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.