Romans & histoires What Does Percy Jackson Look Like In The Books

She had mistaken Percival for the one who saved her at eight years old, worshipping a cruel demon for years. Her stomach churned as blood dripped from her mouth, staining her hair. She looked like a ghost as she walked out, people moving away, afraid she might harm them. Outside, the sky was a murky gray, a giant hand squeezing her, tightening its grip. A black luxury car stopped in front of her, and she saw Percival emerge, wearing a white shirt that didn't suit him. Tall and elegant, he still looked pale from his recent stomach pumping. "Come back with me."

the guy sneered, pointing his finger in my direction. Ethan, with his clean-cut, boy-next-door look, had never faced anything like this before. He was clearly nervous but stood his ground, shielding me. I was just about to fire back when I spotted Percy heading our way, dressed in all-black athletic gear.

Feeling an unusual sense of relief to have him there, I rushed closer and tried to hold his arm, but before that, my feet paused with a striking shock that came to me. Zeus didn’t look like the man as I know him now! With long sleek black hairs shimmering down his broad shoulder, Zeus was dressed in a knight armor suit with a huge silver sword in his arm that was shining under the dim moonlight. His face looked a bit younger than now, and holding a serious scornful gaze behind me, he lifted up the sword up in the air and chanted something in a faint voice.

this was different. My gaze was met with a pair of striking blue eyes, chiseled jawline, and dark short hair. He had on a crispy white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up; just below his elbow, black pants and a pair of neatly polished shoes to match with his outfit. "Hey, sorry for bumping into you. I didn't see you coming," He apologized, wearing a dazzling smile as he handed over my books but I was lost in thoughts... 'His face... Why? Why do I see Aleric's face in his? It looks so much like him. Are they perhaps related or something...?'

“Piercy, the other rogue is walking in with four guys.” “This is the girl we want. Spread out and look for her.” I watched as he passed around what looked like a picture. “Describe them.” Piercy said back. “One is darker skinned, long black hair with white shirt. Another has buzzed hair, tattoos all over his face, with skinny jeans. The rogue and then a very tall guy. Man bun, tones of pierces, and his entire face is a big ass spider.”

Zeus's rich smooth voice pulled me out of my head and I glanced up to see him grinning at me. Zeus Jacque was our undefeated champion and he looked almost as if he came out of a manga, or a magazine fitness cover... He was really hot, with glossy black hair that was always slicked back, thick brows, expressive eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. His jaw was also perfectly in alignment with his face and he was tall and fit. He had a similar build to that of Nicolai, but he didn't have Nicolai's finesse, also, raw power didn't exude from him like it did Nicolai, and there was no manic fire burning in the depth of his blue eyes. I blinked, stopping my thought in its tracks and getting pissed a

Joy’s POV It was after a good twenty five days that I finally saw him and I couldn’t believe what my eyes saw ! My books slipped past my fingers and went crashing down on the floor when I looked at the sight before me open mouthed. If it were not for the sweet, fruity scent, I would never have recognized the black haired, geeky looking guy with huge ass glasses and a body as frail as a 10 year old’s holding a huge ass pile of books. He had cut his beautiful blonde locks ridiculously short and dyed them to the darkest shade of back possible. He wore a worn out, black hoodie with plain black jeans and sneakers.

And he had his hand lodged menacingly round the neck of the guy I’d just been about to kiss. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing Percy?” he growled. Percy? The guy was called Percy? He looked nothing like a Percy. Surely Percy was a green tank engine…. “Answer me!” he shouted. In a rather rare moment of bravery, I stepped forward and said, “Erm, I think you need to let go of him if you want him to answer you.” The scary guy snapped his head round to look at me in shock, before turning back to Percy and finally noticing that he was starting to turn an alarming shade of purple.

“It’s just me, Massimo.” She looked around to see Massimo, but he looked more… monstrous. He was still wearing his expensive clothes, but his cloak was gone and on its absence were wide bat-like wings on his back. His arms and feet were unusually long, with sharp nails on each of his fingers. She also saw the limp form of Perseus he was holding by the neck. She yelped in shock and put her hands up on her mouth. Massimo smiled at him, showing sharp teeth protruding out of his mouth. He effortlessly raised Perseus’ lifeless, albeit still bulky, body up to show her.