Target Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Zac said. He was literally smoking from the thunderbolt that brought him here. He was pleased with himself because he was able to pin on a location and actually be there. He did not really know how to operate the bolt nor did he any martial arts or arms experience prior but he was confident that the bolt will not let him lose this war he wages on Harvey and about twenty men. “See, I told you. He is here. Come on. Let’s go to Persephone.” There were growls from the men behind, they wanted to feed and when you are hungry, you do not like to be angry.

Maybe I should have said Percy was in trouble. I debated on whether I should send another text when I saw that they had managed to apprehend Percy. Each of his four limbs was being held by a different guy, and even then I could see that they were having trouble keeping him still. I watched as the redhead started pacing back and forth in front of Percy. Clearly taunting him. Shit, I needed to do something. I watched as Aaron picked up a beer bottle and smashed it against a table, brandishing the now jagged glass like a weapon.

Then, she threw the cherries at Finnian. “You’re a bad guy! You bullied my mom! “Mom hates cherries! She’s allergic, and you don’t even know that! You say you love Mom but you don’t!” Finnian’s face turned pale when he heard that. He quickly looked at me. “How can that be? Diana, aren’t cherries your favorite?” I looked at him mockingly and said icily, “Have you ever seen me eat a single cherry?” Finnian wanted to say yes, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he could not recall a single time where he had seen me eat a cherry.

He entered reincarnation and was reborn into the Carver family as their third son, Rafael Carver. A soft smile appeared on Aria's lips, her eyes filled with warmth as she softly spoke Rafael's name. She had confirmed one of her suspicions once more. Aria didn't pause, her fingers moving quickly through the light bands. Soon, she was enveloped by a cheerful and upright energy. The fourth apprentice, Percy, came into view within the light band. His expression was bright, and he wore a smart suit. He held a manifestation disk, looking full of vigor. Percy was the fourth-eldest apprentice of the Hollowlight Sect. He was skilled in manifestations and defended the barriers.

I certainly was. Percy was nothing, but gentle. He was slow to undress me, which did nothing to prove his words of being quick. He stood up undressing himself, showing me the toned muscles I didn't know he had. Apparently Percy had gotten a tattoo at some point that he told none of us about. It was a black hole over his heart, leaking black fluid over his chest with small stars and planets inside of it.

JULIE When he enters the class, abandoning poor Ms. Hudgens behind, all of us greet him. He greets back and goes to put his stuff on his desk. I watch his every move and so does Jeremy. We wait for Mr. Taylor to grab his chair but he just drags it under the table and stands straight, eyeing each of us. This is his habit. He is setting a target but what is the use? His target is just me. "You," he points out and I follow his gesture. Margaret — she is the target this time. I blink briefly and keep chewing on my gum.

said the golden haired guy in a stern tone. ‘Why do I feel like I have seen him somewhere? Was he present when vampires attacked us last week? Oh, yes! He was the one who was about to burn all the vampires from Evandor’s best friend’s special team.’ thought Ira clapping when she recognized the guy correctly. ‘What was his name again? Perry? Perky? Ah! Why did I drink too much that day? Puree? Oh yeah! Percy! It was Percy!’ thought Ira happily and focused her attention towards the pale guys.

Dearest Augustus, I know you don’t know me. None of you really got the chance to get to know me. I am sorry about that. I’m Percy, Ares’ dad. You may not remember me, but I remember you. You have always been an intelligent and strong child. I knew, watching you, that you would be just like your mother, to a fault.

“Is he a regular at the café? If he’s a jerk, Jen, you don’t have to date into a family of jerks.” Jenna stood, hand flying to her mouth. “This isn’t funny. Don’t play like that.” “I’m not playing,” I said, brow furrowed. “Who are you talking about?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Percy. Percy Laskaris. The Alpha. The man who did this to you.” I stared at her. The name rang faintly, distant, like a word I’d once read and forgotten. “Percy?” I repeated. “Was he someone I graduated with? Was he at the mansion?”

Their fingers brushed, a fleeting touch, but it grounded them both. Alexandro clenched his jaw. "I couldn’t stay outside knowing you were in here. I had to find you." “They’re planning something big,” Serena said in a hushed voice, her eyes darting toward the shadows. “And you... you’re the target, Alexandro. You and I—we’re pawns. They want more than just me now.”