Percy X Jason Novels & Stories

"I'm not even asking you to forgive. I'm just asking you to let him live." I looked past him, through the reinforced glass into the adjacent room. Jason sat inside. Shackled. Hollow-eyed. His once-pristine posture was gone, replaced by a slump that spoke of too many sleepless nights. He didn't look like a soldier. He looked like a boy who'd believed in a god and discovered too late that she bled like everyone else. "Jason was a pawn," Gregory continued. "But he was your pawn once. You trained him. He admired you. All Claire had to do was twist that admiration into jealousy. Penny became the axis. Claire used her like bait."

He never had, Xavier was a true psychopath. "I want my mother." Jason demanded. "And you need to help me get out of the country. I think Alexander is on to me, it's not safe for me anymore." Xavier is quite for a moment, seeming to absorbe Jason's words. It's a few seconds before Xavier chuckles a cruel chuckle that sent chills running down Jason's spine.

In recent years, Eskana had surpassed Decrine in some areas of research, which made Decrine even more unwilling to accept it. The one who had just burst into grating, mocking laughter was the infamous researcher Jason Perez from the Decrinean Team. He was pretty well-known in the research field, with several of his papers published in prestigious international journals. However, he was extremely arrogant and held strong racial prejudices, particularly against Eskanese people.

At that moment, Percy started to laugh maniacally, "You beast! This is as far as you go! Just die now! It's time for you to die!" After he shouted that, he turned to look at the other participants, "Listen to my order right now! Use your strongest technique! Attack along with me!" The moment he said that, the slashes that he had sent out and stayed in the air suddenly started to buzz. Percy had slashed a total of fifty-five times. Each slash was full of murderous intent. Those fifty-five slashes suddenly started to move towards the center when Percy started to form seals again. In a flash, all fifty-five of those slashes merged into one. Percy clenched his teeth and sent out another slash, a

It was mirthless, calculating, and cold. “It’s not that easy, Pierce! I’ll bring your reality before your precious Hayley and her father. They’ll know that you work for the mafia don, Salvatore Gambino. You’ll be behind bars before you can even think of harming me,” gritted out Jason, his patience breaking down slowly.

Jason’s eyes widened in surprise, but that was quickly replaced by a menacing look. “Well, well” he growled, “you going to give me a challenge boy?” “Much more than that” I ground out, willing my flames to burn brighter, come on Helios don’t let me down I thought. As if he heard me, I felt a pulse of power as my flames turned from orange to blue, getting infinitely hotter. I grinned, now we were talking. This mother fucker was going down. I widened my stance and planted my feet firmly as he rushed toward me, without thinking I channeled my power toward him; the blue blast knocking him off his feet. His shirt was smoking, my fire having burned it, in fact burned most of it with just a few rag

There was a crazy light in Perry's eyes as he shouted, "No! My son is dead, and there will never be another! I have to kill that person. Otherwise, what meaning is there in my life?" Leaning slightly forward, Andrei asked curiously, "Interesting. Your niece is Xena, the goddess of war. Can't you achieve the vengeance you wish to claim through her?" Hearing that, Perry clenched his fists, his expression one of great resentment. "That is her greatest strength and weakness. Because she is the goddess of war, there are many constraints she has to follow. The person who killed my son is cautious, leaving no traces behind, and he's incredibly lucky. I spent all my fortune hiring the Inferno Clan,

, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

“Get ready for war, old man.” Reynold’s son and beta bristled, growls rising from their throats—but Percival didn’t flinch. “You’ll die today.” Gods, I had never been more drawn to him than I was in that moment. Powerful. Dominant. Unapologetically lethal. He, X, and Conor stood there—shoulder to shoulder—like fucking gods. Maximus shoved Reynold back, sending him stumbling over his own boots. They were untouchable.

“You don’t get to call me insecure. You know nothing about me. And you know nothing about Lyssa.” He barely stumbles. Just plants his feet and looks at me with a creased brows and a smile leaves his lips. “I suggest you leave now” I add, my voice low and dangerous. “Before I have the security team throw you out.” Lyssa’s voice cuts through the tension, weak but pleading. “Zeta… you are doing this again, please stop.” I turn to her. “You are on his side now” She pushes herself up slightly, wincing. Her face is pale, lips dry, eyes tired—but there’s steel there. “Percy is my friend,” she says. “And he leaves when I grow tired of his presence.”