Zoe Nightshade Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

“Brown Doe, are you okay?” My eyes hurt as I try to force them open, my head is spinning from constantly trying to stir from my deep sleep. His voice resonates in my head and I relax my nerves, my eyes open slowly. The environment is blurry at first but it soon clears, Zane’s worried face stares back at me. “W… what happened?” I stammer. “You were poisoned by the nightshade thorn,” he replies. “Nightshade…?”

As Phantom came back down on the ground, Zaric grabbed his neck in canines. Zaric started shaking his head fiercely, breaking all the bones in Phantom's body. A loud crack echoed in the forest. Zaric dropped Phantom on the ground. Zaric shifted back into Zeus. Dabria grabbed Zeus' coat from her bag and tossed it towards Zeus to cover his naked body.

Before I could prepare myself for a painful death, an earth-shattering growl reverberated through the walls, then Zeus disappeared into thin air, and all I could see was a flash of a shadow coming at me at a lightning speed. It passed by me, pushing me off-balance from the sudden gust of air. I fell back, my left wrist hitting the hard edge of the bed. Pain shot through my nerves as I cradled it into my chest, my eyes squeezing shut. Jaxon's blood-curdling screams pulled me out of my zone to the chaos taking place. Zeus had him against the wall, pinned by the throat. His feet dangled two whole feet higher than the ground, and his eyes almost bulged out. He twisted into the hold like a worm.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

She moves instantly, falling to her knees in a motion that’s far too practiced. And then he appears. Alex. His boots thud against the stairs as he descends, each step deliberate. There’s a syringe in his hand, filled with something dark and shimmering. I recognize it immediately—Moonbane root. Zoey doesn’t fight. She doesn’t even flinch. She kneels there, head bowed like she’s been trained to expect it. My body burns with fury. He reaches her, grips a fistful of her hair, and yanks her head back until her face is forced upward. Even in this light, I see the faint glint of defiance still burning in her blue eyes.

Poseidon walked back towards her, he held her hands back, as he stared at Zeus, disappointed. "She's still cold." "Well then, Hades has her already. A befitting burial it is!." Zeus proclaimed. Then suddenly, the lightning sparks glowed bright, and spread into her entire body, and she opened her eyes, they glowed brightly before the sparks disappeared. And she sneezed. "She's back! Zeus, she's back!" Poseidon exclaimed, as he cupped her chin. And suddenly she pulled back, as if she'd woken up from a nightmare, and screams broke out of her lips.

“How are you, Jo?” Zane arrived with much of the rest of the team. The battle was all but over. There were a few Vampires and Assassins hiding in some of the rooms in the cave, but Lucas and his Souled Vampires were handling that as the LIGHTS team members gathered in the cavern where Aaron was still lying on the floor, but at least the blood was hidden now beneath a sheet that Lucy had brought in with her from one of the bedrooms when she’d come a few minutes before Zane made his way in. Cassidy’s best friend, like the others, had tears streaking her face. Everyone was in a state of shock.

But tonight… tonight, I allowed myself a single, unbroken thought: I am no longer the girl who sulked in the snow. I am no longer a shadow of a prophecy. And whatever waited in the lands beyond the rogue territories, I would face it head-on. Because I was Zylia Nightshade. And even if fire came for me… I would rise from the ashes.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

She asked. Before she could think of the rest, darkness blinded her. And the next morning, she was awake with a huge headache. -------------------------------------------------------- Zoe's POV : "Aargh… holy Christ… I am not going to drink that shit ever again…!!" I exclaimed and opened my eyes to see a different place.