Novel & Cerita Target Percy Jackson

Not after the game that he played. I took a cautious step closer to the banister, heart racing in my chest. I wanted to hear what they were talking about. Being outside, I knew that I couldn't. Not every word at least. Most of the roles in the house were soundproof and considering the fact that most of the PAC members were talking, that muffled up a lot of what was being said, but I heard enough. “…Omega wouldn’t still be breathing under your roof.” My stomach twisted. That bastard.

My eyes followed their aim, and my blood ran cold. Their target was Perseus. **** I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, desperation clawing at my chest, but Meredith’s grip was like iron. She yanked me back, one hand clamped tightly over my mouth, silencing my scream. But it was too late—he had already seen me. Perseus turned, his eyes locking with mine just as the arrows struck. The impact threw him backward, over the edge of the cliff. Thomas lunged after him without hesitation, vanishing into the abyss below.

Suddenly the dark place became bright. 'Welcome back to The Myth. Choose your character. ' The voice that Leon didn't want to hear the most came back. For whatever sake in this world, Leon regrets creating this game called The Myth. The digital screen has opened in front of him, Leon chooses the character Perseus, because the other characters who are the main gods in Olympus are not yet unlocked or maybe deliberately locked.

"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.

Below, Percy's eyes grew colder. “It’s our turn now.” With that said, Percy charged into the opponent’s turf. His energy surged around him on full display. He was a level nine pseudo holy tier! The battle in Lewe had officially begun!

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

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.