Percy Jackson The Seven Novels & Stories

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

she motions for me to join her, “are playing a game where we need to take a picture with someone from every state. Can we take a photo with you?” They comply. Peyton directs me to take the photo. Looking at her phone she announces Tennessee is number forty-two on our list. She asks the guy on her right to hold up four fingers while she holds up two. I count to three out loud and snap several photos with my phone. Peyton thanks the men, making an excuse for us to move on rather than hang with the three of them for the night.

“Yeah, and that hand in the background? That’s definitely Alpha Alexander’s watch. Same black leather strap.” My steps slowed. Someone else chimed in. “Seven years, and Evelyn’s still playing secretary and nanny. Scarlett’s an Alpha’s daughter—pretty, presentable. No wonder he takes her everywhere instead.” A third voice, lower, smug: “Poor omega. Wasted seven years, and in the end, he still doesn’t want her. When he’s done with her, maybe I’ll take her over and—” I stepped into view. The group froze. I smiled, slow and sharp. “Seven years weren’t wasted,” I said calmly. “I took his first time. I used him to satisfy my own needs. Worth every second.”

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

" she looked at me, her eyes glossy. I sighed. Then she looked like she had remembered something all of a sudden and got up and walked to the dining table to retrieve something from her bag. I turned to look at the fireplace and saw that there was a lighter next to it, maybe I could light it up later on. Latifah came back to me with five books in her hands. She handed them to me. "I hope you like Percy Jackson." she told me while I stared at the books. It was a series. I looked at their covers. #1 Percy Jackson, The lightening thief. #2 Percy Jackson, The sea of monsters. #3 Percy Jackson, The Titan's curse. #4 Percy Jackson, The Labyrinth. And #5 Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian. I stared a

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

My wolf and his cryptic shit continues, as he enjoys reliving some of my fondest memories of the days I would spend with my father in his library. The Seven were the servants of the gods. Their sole purpose in life was to maintain the balance on earth and keep the scales tipped in the favour of good. The book my father found was the Seven’s own record of their successes and failures as they fought to fulfil that purpose, and their eventual downfall after going against their creators when they learned of their corruption. If Abernathy has found their tomb, and it’s on our land… I can’t even… why wouldn’t my father have told me?

“Ignite my heart to become the one I sought. One with blaze- Phoenix.” A wing of flame emerged from her, suggesting her name. The Phoenix. “Let’s see-” Azen and Persephone were about to bicker but they noticed the ground shaking. “What the-'' Astounded, they looked up and saw twenty feets tall cyclops approaching them with a mace in their hands. “Persephone! Azen! Take the giant!” Kriss ordered. And their plan to run a competition was ruined as they have to fight together and defeat them all now.

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.