Target Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

"You are the King of Olympus, so act accordingly. " I follow the sound to its source finding a well groomed man in his early twenties in a light blue suit holding a staff. "That's so mean Poseidon." Zeus pouts striking me by lightening. Poseidon? The God of the mighty sea? The wielder of the powerful trident? The father of the awesome, the savvy, the great PERCY JACKSONjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202? I was moments away from interviewing him before the last of the three main Gods appear making us realise of his presence only when he wanted us to.

I whispered, peeking over the ancient vase at the boy who'd been haunting my dreams for two weeks straight. "On the Architecture building?" "It's called... interdisciplinary studies." Through the window, I watched Kamon measure something with those beautiful, paint-stained hands. His dark hair fell across his forehead just right, and those intense eyes were focused with the kind of concentration that made my stomach flip. God, he was perfect. "OH NO, HE'S LOOKING!" I dove behind the display case faster than humanly possible—which, considering I'm only half-human, probably wasn't the smartest move.

“Here we go. What is your name.” “Leila Clarke.” “What is your age?” “27.” “What is your favourite colour?” “Midnight or ocean blue.” “What is your favourite outfit?” “Leggings and a comfortable top.” “What is your favourite season?” “Winter.” “What is your favourite holiday?” “It’s not a holiday but May the 14th,” I smiled at Nick and for the first time ever I saw him blush. Claire paused a second working out the date and gave me a quick hug. “Who is your best friend?”

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

The lighting was low, and the arch stood out even though I couldn’t see Piercy. Beau kept me moving as we got close enough that Piercy came into view. I got the pleasure of watching him stop breathing. His eyes ran over my body before his jaw clenched. Something danced behind his eyes, making my stomach twist with anticipation. If my cheek didn’t have enough blush, they were red enough now. Alpha Jackson stood behind Piercy with a proud dad smile on his face. Piercy walked down and shook Beau’s hand before he took mine and helped me to the front.