Target Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Percy shrugged as if what he said wasn't a big fucking deal. "That's crazy. Have you enjoyed the role?" Kara questioned, genuinely interested in his answer. "Yeah, I suppose. There are certain things that in trying to implement and change. That's why I'm here," Percy's attention gravitated to Miles who edged closer to Kara protectively, "I take it you're Miles. The ink gives it away," glancing at me, he said, "Orion." "Welcome to the Greystone pack," I announced. "Am I allowed to venture through the whole pack or am I restricted to this half?" I would have taken the question as a taunt if I never caught a ghost of concern flitting over his face.

“Who’s the target?” The Chief hesitated — just long enough for the silence to thicken. He rubbed his temple, then met DeVaughn’s eyes. “Maya Perkins.”

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

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"Percy?" It was his childhood friend, Percy, coaching a carriage-carrying horse. Judging by his seemingly ordinary look, who would have thought that he is a talented magic user who specializes in wood manipulation? Be it a tree or a furniture, his skill allows him to control its shape at his will. "Heard yah gonna be participating too. How about a ride? Let's go crash the palace gate!"

I just wanted to see what all the kids in my preschool was talking about. Sadly, as I grew up that if I wanted to watch such things as Hercules, Sinbad, Troy, Wonder women, and the most of all either of the Percy Jackson movies. The Percy Jackson was the one he didn’t want me to see the most for some reason. I had to go over Cal’s place to see that movie, and I’m not sure what was in it that my father hated. It was about one of Poseidon kids he had with a mortal, that was accuse of stealing Zeus thonder bolt. As I was working on my paper and trying my best to not throw my laptop out the window because I not finding where to collect more information on Poseidon that there was a knock on my do

Between the boisterous cheers of the crowd, the announcer called the next fighter. "Next is Death himself, Luc!!!" He hollered. Wondering who'd have such a name, I turned my head in time to see him walking into the ring. My heart dropped. Lucian. Jake's eyes flew to the ring. "Shit". He cursed. "Come on. Let's go". He tried pulling me but my feet were stuck to the spot. "Trust me. You don't want to see what's gonna happen". He said but I didn't register his words.

He couldn’t move anymore, his weapon was locked by Persephone. “For all of us!” Persephone snarled, tears reached her eyes, on the verge of crying to recall their painful journey. “For all of us!” Zadicus yelled too, tears brimming in his eyes as they both attacked him with their ultimates at the same time. All her fire broke his scythe and the light of relics began to crumble. “NO!!” Katastrofi screamed trying to move but couldn’t while his body was crumbling into nothingness before the intensity of their attack.

I'm starting to cling to that man as an escape from the whole situation and that wasn't healthy. "I understand." Achilles replied somewhat defeated. “I will ask them to prepare everything for your departure.” He started to walk towards the bedroom exit, but stopped at the door and turned to see me. “I…Perseus is my childhood friend… He is explosive and sometimes he gets out of hand, but he would never be able to hurt you.” I know Achilles is trying to get me to trust Perseus, but… I touched the scars on my wrists and a small pang of sadness shot through me. I had already heard something similar.

And you hate that. I buried a dagger into a target hard enough to make it shake. “Be quiet.” She was smug enough to fall silent. I bent to pull the blade free when every instinct in me came alive all of a sudden. Someone was nearby. I could feel it. My wolf snapped alert. I spun. My hand was already reaching for the second dagger. As soon as I turned, I saw Percy. He stood leaning lazily against the training gate. He looked like he had been there long enough to enjoy the show. His shoulder rested against the wood and his ankles were crossed casually. His blond hair was slightly messy like he had just rolled out of bed. He wore dark training clothes half-buttoned at the throat.