Tyson Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Grant asked as he walked up and stood beside her. “What's wrong?” He looked into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face. “It…,” she tried to swallow the lump at the back of her throat. “It's Blake, Tyson's father. He called and…” “Mom,” Tyson burst into the kitchen at that moment, making Tasha stop mid-sentence. “When are we going to make the pizza?” “You are back!” He said to Grant and ran up to where he was. “How was your day, big man?” He put a hand on Tyson's shoulder.

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.

Alex was running now, trying to meet up with his speed, but he was way too fast. When Jasmine got inside the ward, she just went straight to Tobias and she grabbed his collar. "How could you do that to an alpha? And you Elle, how could you? You hurt a whole alpha and you think you'll go scott free? Hell, no." Jasmine was on the verge of crying now and when Tobias didn't respond, she left his collar and went on to hug Ariel . Ariel was too tired to even argue about anything. She just wanted to sleep and when Jasmine hugged her, she placed her head on her back and closed her eyes.

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

whispers a voice beside me and I have to stifle a chuckle. Whispering doesn’t do much good around wolves; we have sensitive hearing which is why Gamma James is now glaring daggers at this son Tyson. Tyson is the spitting image of his father, just a couple inches shorter, no tattoos and not as bulky. But he’s working on it. Tyson is twenty and one of my other besties and for that reason, he’ll be taking on the Gamma position after his father. “I think you just like annoying your dad,” I say to Tyson through the pack-link.

Least of all by an omega. And not just any omega, but Damian Clarke. Damian, whose life had ended tragically in another world, had been given a second chance. Now reincarnated into the Elysian Empire, he was reborn as a male omega named Theodore Mitchell. Yet, Damian was anything but ordinary. With memories of his past life intact, he carried with him the wisdom, resilience, and sharp wit of the man he once was. Their meeting was nothing short of destiny. It was during one of Elijah's notorious parties, an event filled with luxury and decadence, that the Duke first laid eyes on Theo. In that moment, everything changed.

Even though he was a Demigod, he was unable to handle it. Spurt! A mouthful of blood spurted out of Gideon’s mouth. His confidence had been shattered by the poor start of the fight. “Who the hell are you?” Tyr paused his assault for the time being. He saw clear astonishment on Gideon’s face. In his opinion, no one else could possess Tyr’s terrifying strength other than Spartacus, also known as Dragon Squad’s Demigod who had emerged from seclusion. “Tyr Summers!” Tyr didn’t bother concealing his identity as he told Gideon his full name.

I quickly apologized. Ty's life was far more complicated than mine. His dad was an asshole who left him and his mom. He needed to juggle with two jobs in order to help his mom pay the bills. He worked as a barista at Poirot right after school and a drug dealer at night. I had no idea how the hell he was still the top student in his school since he barely had time to study. "She is next, Hunter," said Ty, pulling me back to reality. "Villain X plans on sabotaging her chance of joining the Science Olympiad."

Xavier’s fingers pressed once against my spine. My father continued, eyes never leaving mine. “Someone named Holloway appears in the funding trail. The Council wants to know which one.” He turned and walked toward the inner doors without waiting for a reply. Freya followed. The tall man followed. My mother hesitated only a second before she too disappeared down the hall. I stood in the center of the marble foyer with Xavier’s hand still at my back and the black choker warm against my throat. Three hours. And someone had already written my family’s name next to the chemical that had nearly killed a Lycan prince.

I leaned back in the chair, tapping the pen against my lips, feeling a rush of fierce, undeniable satisfaction humming through my veins. Rex called me useless, I thought, a bitter, triumphant smirk touching my mouth. He let Helen claim I was a financial burden on his pack, while I was the only reason their treasury hadn't collapsed under his reckless military spending. Now look at this. The mighty Carrillo Syndicate was bleeding six figures a month, and it took a 'dying, useless' Luna two hours to fix it. The doors of the library creaked open, breaking the silence. I looked up as Tyson walked in. He had discarded his jacket, wearing only his shirt with the top buttons open and the sleeves ro