Percy Jackson The Last Olympian Novels & Stories

This island is still a small island, although it has been modified and enlarged. Leon stretched out his hand to take out the digital screen from his hand. He chose the character Perseus. Now, Leon is wearing black armor with a sword neatly tied to his waist. Claire could even see Leon's body glowing slightly golden, because Perseus had extraordinary strength. The power of the god Zeus. "You know? Athena and Perseus are actually siblings,” said Claire suddenly. "I forgot that detail," said Leon.

There, in the sky was a figure dressed in black, black wings flapping loudly from his back with a tail flipping in the wind and two horns in his head, dark divine energy flowing through him before he disappeared. Hades. He had come to watch Persephone for the last time, and now that he was sure she was gone, he was going to Olympus. The thought made Leonidas smile. "Not for long,"

No one dares move. “Look at her,” a voice purrs from behind them. Clara. The Beta’s daughter. Lucian’s girlfriend. Her smile drips poison as she steps into the circle, a leather whip coiled in her hand. “Did you really think you could have them? That anyone could love an Omega?” My lips part, but no words come. My throat is raw, strangled by grief. “Pathetic,” Clara spits. And then the whip cracks. Agony explodes across my back. My scream shatters in the air.

Ethan gently squeezed Lexy’s hand as if telling her to say what she had in mind. “As the last heir and the last remaining descendant to the Grand White Witch of the East Coven, I am here to fulfill a prophecy,” Lexy stated with her voice soft as the wind on a spring morning, warm and refreshing.

I threw my ash blonde hair up into a ponytail before taking off. Once I got there, I locked my bike up to the mailbox out front and headed inside. I pulled the elastic in my hair out and let my hair fall over my shoulders. As soon as I got inside, I started my search for Ceasar. I spotted him on the back deck, making moves on a poor freshman. "Leave the poor freshman alone, Ceasar. She isn't falling for your fake charm." "None of this is fake." "I'm sorry, he will find you later."

I met with the cold hardness of something. I heard distant screams as I collapsed, and the last thing that lingered was... Kian.

"I'll be back before you know it, no need for 'forgiveness cards' today!" I watched him, his easygoing air making it hard to keep the tears from brimming in my eyes as I curled up under the covers. "Mm." The clock struck 10 at night, and he had promised he would return shortly. I had someone fetch my favorite pastries from the bakery I adored. Calvin had just uploaded a picture on social media, celebrating an outing with his girlfriend. Right then, Walter sent a text. [Caught up with Calvin, heading back soon.]

One of my legs did not want to work, but I made it move. I charged at Cassian with my sword in both hands. I swung it wildly trying to keep him back. He did not give me any space. He caught my wristband took the sword away from me. I stumbled, half-blind from the pain. I was still alive. I was still dangerous. I found the sunburst charge in my belt. It was my last resort, it was made from magnesium and silver dust making it enough to cook a vampire's eyes. I slapped it to the floor between us.

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

There goes a day’s worth of work, I grumbled yet remained transfixed on the djinns play. Unamused by the flashy display, I waited for the djinn to settle itself. The tendrils of its cloak wrapped by my waist, and I let it. It wants to faze you, Calaf. I saw my reflection in its hollowing black eyes. Dark orbs rested, producing a single bright flame for an iris. The depths of its eyes reveal how much it knows. “And… how do you know this?” “I read it in a book,” she replied. I rolled my eyes at this, which in turn resulted in a whack to the head.