The secrets buried in history begin to unravel and reveal themselves as demigods and wizards unite to save their friends and their homes. But some of these secrets could tear them apart and shatter the reality they thought they knew. Percy has joined his grandfather as a Death Eater under a vow sworn on the River Styx to protect his friends and family. Annabeth and Will unveil Marcus' lineage as a son of Aphrodite and an accomplice in the kidnapping of Percy Jackson. Demigods and wizards come together to launch a rescue mission to save Percy and stop Voldemort from launching his attack on the Wizarding World. How will they prevail? Will they manage to stick together long enough to save each other? There's only one way to find out. *Book 2 of the Slytherin's Heir series. Must be read in order*

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead. .. Right? He was gone forever was he not? The Dark Lord was no more. He had not risen from the grave. He had fallen, was slain, obviously he was. What happened on the night of the Quidditch World Cup had simply been the act of rogue deatheaters out for revenge. The idiots in the ministry patted themselves on the back for their pathetic little reassurances that somehow managed to quell some of the rising panic in England. Whatever, it was not Perseus's responsibility to convince them or the Wizarding World of what was inevitably coming and hold their hands until it gets better. That was all on old twinkle eyes and his merry band of saviours. No, he has other worries now, namely the Triwizard Tournament. With two different schools coming to Hogwarts, it was the perfect time to socialize and network. Perseus needed his own inner circle, needed to build his influence within his own house and within Hogwarts. It was the time to strike, as his father would say. The Dark Lord isn't the only one rising this time around.

Percy is a Shadowhunter. One of the best, here at the New York Institute. He has friends, but no one too close, not after everything. He focuses on training and killing Demons. What he was born for. Annabeth is a Shadowhunter. One of the best, formally from California. Something changes and she has to move to New York. (Has the Shadowhunter characters, but only briefly. This story isn't about them. It's about how our favorite demigods would have faired in a world so different, but so similar, to their own. This takes place before the Shadowhunter's series starts. Just because I don't want to get messy with plot lines and things.)

What if Perseus was born a titan? A spawn of the heavens and the earth, a son of Ouranos and Gaea. Twin to the titan of Mortality, mighty Iapetus. Where was he, in the darkest of times, the times of the leaden wars? The shadowy reigns? What was he up to, what were his intentions? Well you'll just have to find out... Beta: Inperiosus. (Who also wrote the awesome description) - □ - Mainly written on fanfiction.net - □ - 《Personally I'm not a fan of my first few chapters but whatever. It gets better》

He freed his hidden blade from it's wrist-bound sheath, as he powered across the rooftop - His entire weight crashed down upon his target, as the Assassin used him to break his fall - The last thing he would see, through the smoke and the spray of blood, would be the sea green eyes of Percy Jackson - Then he was dead

Percy and Jason have not been seen in years. After the betrayal of so many campers, they left Camp Half-Blood only to be picked up by the Jedi Order. After twenty years of being galactic heroes, Percy has once again been plunged into a war that would end in a lot of deaths. He had ended the Mandalorian Wars, sure. He has saved so many worlds that he has lost count. But never before has he faced the Sith. After a friend turns to the Dark Side and becomes the new Dark Lord of the Sith, Percy and the rest of the Jedi Order flee to the one planet where Percy think will keep them hidden - Earth. When he returns home, he finds out that so much has happened in the last twenty years. He is now known as...Revan, hero of the Jedi Order. (I do not own the original story of Percy Jackson and StarWars. This is my own interpretation of the story, based on the characters done by the original creators and authors.)

All Washed Up, Right Where I Want You A merman with a colorful tale and black hair washes up on the shore of Camp Half-Blood, where he meets his savior. His legs are also a bit wobbly. Percy/Luke, oneshot. This is just suppose to be a cute little one shot. It doesn't have any spoilers cause it's set in a magical universe where nothing in the books happened. We just got Camp Half-Blood and some hot guys. :D There isn't anything graphic in it, but I'm still rating it mature for language, and a bit of the smoochie smooch to fit the requirements of what Wattpad considers mature. Oh, and I guess a bit of a trigger warning, it mentions suicide. (Psssst, I made the cover. :D) Word count: 4,342 UNCLE RICK OWNS THIS SHIT YO.

Clumsy -Percy Jackson Oneshot/Fanfiction- (Btw it's mature cause I wrote this awhile ago and there is probably language in there but eh. Nothing McNasty, sorry, I'm heartbroken over it too) When it comes to Jason, for some reason, Percy just gets all wobbly-legged. He can't help it. Allllll the fluff. ONESHOT OF HAPPY FLUFF-NESS YAY. No spoilers, besides a few mentions of the battle in like, the first paragraph. And Jercy. Duh. (I MADE THE COVER AND I REALLY LIKE IT EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS PRETTY BASIC) Word count: 2,490 ALL RIGHTS TO UNCLE RICK

Shall be moved, and then deleted. More about dat stuff in the last chapter and at the end of my bio. :D The Silence -Percy Jackson Fanfiction- The Seas were supposed to be place of tranquility and peace. With the currents and the motions, it was hard for someone to feel otherwise. The people of the sea, more commonly known as Mer-People, were a peaceful clan. King Poseidon was a kind man, ruling over all with his heir and son, Perseus. He kept order. He kept peace. That was until a single Mer-Person went astray. She dreamed too big. She was too ambitious. She had no mercy. She created a new kind of Mer-People. A new race. A contorted, twisted species. An experimental horror. A mistake. This species should have never been created. They were death, destruction and remorse. They were The Silence. It was up to Prince Perseus to destroy them. Word count: 14,218 (Cover made by Percy_BlackAdder, thanks biatch! Fruv ya! Really, though, I love the cover.) (There will be many mentions of different types of sea creatures, and I want you to know these are all real. Feel free to look them up. Though I will be altering their names slightly in some cases, but I will give you the actual title of the fish at the ending of the paragraph. You are ready, my children.) (THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE. I KNOW ALMOST NO ONE WILL LIKE WHAT I'M DOING BUT JUST SHUSH. NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN. MY SHIPPER HEART BETRAYED ME. I NEEDED TO FILL A BIT OF SPACE, AS WELL. CHILL. CALM THE FUCK DOWN.) ALL RIGHTS TO RICK RIORDAN

Fates Writing -Percy Jackson Oneshot/Fanfiction- In this world, fate tells you the name of your soulmate, and your greatest enemy. It's just impossible to tell which is which. All Percy has wanted was to have his soulmate. Set at the end of the fifth book, The Last Olympian. Cover made by the TOTALLY FABULOUS @LordoftheRabbits THANK YOU SO MUCH I FUCKING LOVE IT Word count: 3,934 ALL RIGHTS TO UNCLE RICK YO