Target Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

But this time, Percy didn’t play along. His voice turned cold. “Then this is where our partnership ends.” “What did you say?” Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Percy didn’t respond. He simply ended the call. He never imagined his boss would go this far. All because of something he said over drinks the other night—how Stellar was his first love, how he’d let her down, and how she’d never forgiven him. That alone had pushed Jason to devise a kidnapping plan, forcing her to be with Percy.

He thought that he was standing stronger, but he did not realize that he was on the verge of weakness. Soon, he’ll understand. “March,” I said, voice laced with magic, and the creatures surged forward, silent, swift, soulless. “I want all of this to end tonight. I do not want any of them to survive. I want all of the power that you can consume. I want to see them all rotting in front of me. I want them to know what it is for them to challenge me, to challenge you to stand against us, to stand in our way. They're all going to know what it is to do so.”

Slowly, he let her go, stepping back as her voice grew more strained. “We’re through,” she said softly, almost bitterly. “Treat me as an enemy if you have to. Perseus is a threat to the world—a monstrosity that must be eradicated. Even if it means taking down every lycan, including you.” …end of flashback…

"Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it." Understanding the urgency and my rising panic at seeing it, Dane grabbed hold of me as the environment shifted dramatically. He replaced the terrifying imagery with a memory plucked from Percy's mind. We were suddenly in the middle of a vibrant scene at the orphanage where Percy had lived, surrounded by a group of children laughing and playing. Here, Percy was a caretaker, a protector, immersed in a moment that brought him genuine joy and fulfillment instead of pain. This swift change in the dreamscape was Dane's way of recalibrating Percy's subconscious, steering him away from the trauma.

"But you have to keep yourself safe too. I know you'll protect us. . . but let me protect you and our family too. No keeping of secrets. No planning behind each other's backs. I will share all my plans with you, and you will do the same." Percival nodded. "I promise, the added security is just till we find out who's behind this. I've already sent people to look into potential suspects. I want this to be over as quickly as possible." I knew Minty and Cadmus would make it to his list. But there was someone I thought would also have a motive and means to do something against us. But was it enough reason for her to hurt a child? Would she stoop so low? "You need to rest, Percy," I said, caressin

From the world’ he said and looked away. ’You’re going to protect me from the world?’ I asked him and looked at the side of his face. His jaw line was piercing, he was just a kid, like me, but he would grow to be Alpha one day. All girls wanted him already, I could only imagine how he would look in a few years. ’I’m gonna protect you from anyone and anything that wishes you harm’ I gulped and nodded my head. ’Do you wish me harm?’ Percy didn't answer my question. He turned his head and locked his gaze on my lips.

He ran like a vampire, and in just a snap, he was already knocking at Emily’s front door. “Emily, open up!” Beta Dillon shouted. Emily walked fast through the door to open it. “Yes, Beta Dillon?” she asked. The Beta chuckled what Emily’s reaction. “The alpha was looking for you,” he said. “He wants you at his table and waits for the moon to turn red.” Emily was astonished; she even blinked her eyes. “He… what?” She couldn’t believe it. “The alpha wants you on his table right now. He said you should prepare and accompany him to manifest.”

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.