Percy Jackson Title Novels & Stories

"Go to sleep, monkey. I can see the light of your television through the window. Let me guess, Jenea kicked you out?" "It's my choice to sleep here you, monkey. Go to sleep." She just replied with a middle finger emoji. I chuckled. I didn't notice that the movie I'm watching is already finished. I browsed Netflix until I saw my favorite movie. Percy Jackson. This one really never gets old to me. If there is something that makes me fascinated, it is Greek mythology. Well except from Jenea. She makes me feel all the feelings in this goddamn universe. "Cursed blade shall reap." I chorused Percy's line

I am excited that The Lost Luna is almost ready to be published in paperback form through A____n. There will be a completely new cover for the book, and each subsequent book will have it's own cover, although they will be similar and obviously a set. I have been working on a title for the series since it was originally supposed to be a one-off novel, but I am not good at sticking to plan. The series will be called Hidden Legacy.

“I thought we could hang out, eat something. Just be here, of you wanted.” I stared at him. Percy, the second son of the most powerful Alpha in the country, standing in my small room at midnight with two boxes of pizza, suggesting we hang out. “Okay,” I said again, for the second time tonight. He smiled. He looked a little surprised, like he hadn’t been sure I’d say yes. My chest twisted in a way I didn’t try to untangle. “Good,” he said. We sat on the bed with the pizza boxes between us. Percy reached into his bag and pulled out his laptop, setting it on the pillow. Then, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it over the back of my desk chair.

My heart pounded faster as I rummaged through it. Scrolls. Old and brittle. One of them had a title burned into the front. “The Chosen One.” I swallowed hard.

Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open. For above five seconds after, he studied the time table like it was the map to treasure Island. “‘Werewolf’, that's the name of the subject.” He fell silent for a while and studied the paper in his hands for even longer than he had the first time. “It's a new subject which we've never been taught. After that, we'll have geography.” They all fell silent as they remembered the old geography teacher, professor Ericson. If one thing was certain, it was that as long as the three of them existed, none was going to forget him.

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

I was always exposed to dangers of the night but the pack did not care. My pack was called the Luna pack, and Luna meant the moon goddess. The pack was named after the goddess of the moon. It's territory was deep in the woods of a small town called Margery, named after the founder. The territory was marked by small trees which had the Luna insignia carved on them. The trees surrounded the entire territory so when a member of an opposing pack saw it, they would know that it's the Luna pack and they should not trespass.

Jessica stuttered. Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “Who do you even fucking think Persephone is?” Jessica’s eyes widened at the codename of the informant who had given her the information on the Phantom XIII of Hati. “Persephone is the name of the companion of the Goddess of Witchcraft, Hekate, in Greek mythology.” Yuri smirked at Jessica’s stunned expression. “That’s right. I am Persephone. You really should have done your research properly. I allowed you to get that information on purpose.”

She also blushed a bit when the senior she adores talking to her. "So, what is the title of your project, senior?" Xui Li touches one of the ancient pillars sculpt by Athena. Amazed by her work. "Goddess of spring." Just after Athena said that, a girl who just looks like the senior comes out with her face, which Athena has made over. She makes her look like an ancient goddess from Greek myth, Persephone.

I hope as you close this book, you won't just remember this in its title… but also how that story came to be. A last afterthought. I write out of inspiration, sometimes with fleeting passion and ambition. And as I looked at my drafts, looking at the stream of pages, I realized that Eliza LaRue is a cross between two of my favorite characters from the Percy Jackson series, Eliza Wharton and Clarisse LaRue, respectively. What a naughty thing my subconscious was, to do so. And still get away with it.