Percy Jackson Sword Novels & Stories

Underworld Persephone's POV "This is your arena little rose, everything here belongs to you. I belong to you. This day onwards I won't let any of those depressing thoughts enter your pretty head." I sighed with content, his voice was remedy to my scars and anchor to my mind wavering like high tides. His legendary obsidian sword shone through the grey leather robe, a tourmaline stone shining at it's bottom. That sword was victorious, absolute and lethal, just like it's name- Zerion.

Then, Weston burst into tears once again and was crying much worse than ever before. Lucas was delighted within himself. 'Isn't that just the Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' "Stop crying. I'll compensate one for you," Lucas slowly said. Naturally, Weston did not believe that Lucas would compensate him with another Holy Metallic Huge Sword and was still crying. 'Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' 'It is just a huge sword made from the Holy Metal.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and search through the weaponry column. In no time, he found a huge sword that suited Weston.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

“Lord Hades, what can we do to ease your anger?” Hades shut his mouth for a moment. But then, a peal of cynical laughter resonated loudly. “Hahahahaha! What a funny guy.” Perseus held his sword, threatening to unsheath it with his gesture. “What a lovely sword.” Hades saw it. Of course, he did. “The indestructible sword from Hermes. No wonder you have something with him.” “We’re friends.” He snarled back, and the veins started to pop out.