Tyson Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

My son says: - My name's Colby and I'm the youngest son of the Lycon Moon Pack Alpha. Despite being born an alpha, I took on the role of a beta in my pack. I'm 18 years old, and I will never reject you. Neither you nor your child, if you really are pregnant. The child has no memory of the monster that his father wore, and I'll treat him as my son. I see the boy soften his expression, and I leave the room. Colby is young but a great guy. It was not by chance that I chose him as my beta. I'm proud of the man he became.

but my questions only ran around in my head, for some reason I couldn't speak out loud. A dark chuckle came up behind me and a cold hand was put on my shoulder, making me shiver from head to toe. "Finally you came out, I was starting to think you weren't here" a deep voice spoke right by my ear. "Tonight you will watch and witness the destruction of your small pathetic pack and after all of it is done you will be mine" he whispered again close to me. He grabbed me by my hair and forged me down on my knees, the impact of the ground on my knees made me hiss through my teeth. Tears streamed down my face as I watch my pack being destroyed and all the people I loved being killed of one by one, th

He'd left the family business years ago and built Helixion Energy into an empire that now dwarfed Wilson Energy. And despite being only eight years older than Alex, he'd always intimidated his nephew. Those dark intense gray eyes found hers and Lyra’s lips parted slightly with shock. “Uncle Tyson?” Tyson moved over to help her. He stacked the pillows behind her back to make her comfortable. “How do you feel?” How did she feel? I mean, her body ached, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. “What are you doing here?” She asked instead.

He has suffered terribly all these years. "Sylas hates Mr. Granger. More than that, he wants to extract the secrets of the Hollowlight Sect's treasures and reincarnation methods from him. That's why he kept torturing him, trapping him in endless suffering." Every word struck like a blade in both of their hearts. Percy's body trembled violently. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, yet he felt nothing at all. Thayne's gentle and kind face surfaced in Percy's mind. He remembered Thayne's teachings and the care he had shown them all. Now, Thayne had been trapped in endless suffering for the past one thousand years. Percy

POV Nicholas From the very first moment my name was called and the red curtain swept aside, I was certain of one thing—Mom would come for me. I had been scared. I had cried. My throat had even gone hoarse from calling for her over and over again in my head. But I couldn’t keep crying. If Mom knew I was crying, she would be sadder than anyone else in the world. I am Nicholas Hayes. I am Mom’s son. And Mom always finds her way back to me.

Trying to be helpful really, I assumed. “Zach took off, wasn’t there for you for your shift? What a piece of shit. Sweetie, I’m so damn sorry. I knew it was your birthday, I was actually going to call you tomorrow. But I assumed you were still at Pale Moon and you’d have your family there to help you. I thought you’d be okay, since I didn’t know anything about this blood oath bullshit,” Tyson said. “Well I had Ridge and … he was amazing. He was so patient with me, it was … confusing but good,” I said, rubbing my hands over my legs.

Lucifer said. “What?!” Nexus yelled again. She was starting to give me a headache. “Know your place, Witch! You didn’t even know who you had gotten yourself involved with until Aria explained it to you. You have no idea what forces you are messing with. In your quest for power, you bound me to an idiot that would have all women bowing to his every command. He doesn’t even see his wife as his equal.” Typhon said walking into the meadow. He was tall, maybe seven feet, with blonde shaggy hair, bright green eyes, perfectly tanned skin. He had our mother’s very Greek nose and square masculine jaw. He was beautiful and every bit a Greek God, even though I know that is not his true form.

"waiting a minute, that looks like Humphrey, what in heaven's name is he doing here????" Tory looked at him surprised, after her passed experience with him she was totally trying to cut him off from her life now, he was her in the same town she school's. "Who is Humphrey??" Grace asked trying to figure out who among the three guys seated at the fence of the new building was Humphrey. "His an old friend of mine" Tory explain as they walk towards the guys.

The beast tilted back her head and began to howl, calling for Jason with such desperation and volume that Lara was sure if they had been in Silverdale, it could be heard from one corner of the community to the other. As if he sensed her thoughts, Tyson leveled his gaze to hers once more and laughed so haughtily that she felt the urge to rake her claws down his face just to wipe the grin from his lips. "Call your mate all you like, but even an alpha's son wouldn't hear you from all the way out here!" He's not an alpha's son! Lara thought, glaring back at Tyson defiantly. He's so, so much more than that!

he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips. His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile. "Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.