Percy Jackson won the war, but the gods never let their heroes rest. Forced into a new, solitary service, he is the only male permitted to walk alongside the Hunters of Artemis in the choking darkness of the Appalachian Trail. ​He is not alone. ​A predator has found him-a terrifying, flesh-wearing entity that should not exist. And Percy is its target. ​As the creature begins its slow, psychological dismantling, the lines between sanity and madness blur. He can not sleep, he can not eat, and his legendary powers turn brittle as the entity feasts on his mind. ​To Artemis and her Hunters, this is not a monster attack; this is a warrior turning weak, a male proving their absolute skepticism right. Even Thalia, his closest friend, sees only lies. ​He is breaking, and they are watching him do it. ​By the time the Hunters realize the horrifying truth-that their newest Guardian - has been silently, ruthlessly targeted-it may be too late. ​Can they save the broken hero from a monster only he can see, or will the darkness in the woods consume the last piece of Percy Jackson before his allies even believe it exists?

Sixty years after the giant war, the life of Percy Jackson or Lord Perseus as he is now called was in shambles. Getting married to the man hating godess as a part of a peace treaty was not what he expected when he accepted godhood.Neither was he ready to carry the weight and endure the horror of the domains he was gifted with. Now with a new threat in the Horizon, will the god of heroes be able to fix his life ? All rights belong to Rick Riordan. The plot belongs to me.

When the son of Odin finds himself neck deep in trouble, he does the one thing that comes to mind, which in turn leads him into yet more sticky situations. His adventure is filled with Greeks, Vikings, Titans, Primordials, insane immortals and even Chaos, both the Primordial AND the archaic concept. Pertemis. By Metal Pen All Credit Goes To Metal Pen On Fanfiction.Net Thank you for the support on this book I just want to remind readers that I have permission from the author on fanfiction.net to put this book on here. THIS IS NOT MY WORK ALL CREDIT GOES TO Metal Pen on fanfiction.net

Cursed by an old foe. Percy Jackson now travels on four legs instead of two. Picking up a daughter a long the way and settling into the hunt in secret. love, confusion, and battles await him. includes mature content and potentially taboo themes in later chapters (will be skippable but referenced) A part of the Percy Jackson transformation series.

The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Somewhere in the deep wilds of Northern California, where the trees whispered old secrets and the stars could still be seen through cracks in the canopy, a god hunted. Artemis moved like moonlight over still water-silent, untouchable, and resolute. The silver glow of her bow shimmered in the darkness, the string drawn taut with celestial bronze. Around her, the leaves barely rustled. Not even the wind dared disturb her hunt. She didn't need to look behind her to know her Hunters flanked her, spread out like ghostly sentinels, their eyes sharp and unblinking. Tonight, they tracked something unnatural-a drakon whose blood had seeped into the soil, turning the roots black and the air bitter. Another horror let loose by Kronos' growing power. But Artemis felt something else in the woods. Something familiar. "Hold," she whispered, and the command rippled through the trees. Every Hunter froze. That was when she heard it-the faint crack of a branch behind her. Not the sound of prey. The sound of someone following. A heartbeat later, the trees parted, and out stumbled a figure she had not seen in nearly a season. Percy Jackson. Soaked, scraped, half-frozen, and bleeding from a cut above his brow. His sword, Riptide, was clutched in his hand like a lifeline. He looked like he'd swum through Tartarus and barely lived to tell about it. "Artemis," he said, voice hoarse. "We need to talk." She didn't lower her bow. She didn't blink. But her eyes-those silver, ancient eyes-narrowed slightly. "You should not be here, son of Poseidon." "I know," Percy said. "But I didn't have a choice."

A/U. Olympia, a revolutionary augmented reality video game has taken the world by storm and has impacted the human society to evolve into what it is now. Everything is now based on the augmented reality technology from basic daily routines to important meetings. Percy Jackson hasn't been one for video games and are among the few who doesn't take Olympia seriously, until he was challenged into a duel with the top rookie for the professional circuit. As he gets involved with the game, he realizes there's more to the game than most people realize. (MMORPG elements, SAO inspired)

(Y/N), The Greatest Huntsman of All Time, have been a hero to everyone in Remnant for quite some time now. Your militaristic training and ideals has shaped the 4 kingdoms permanently. The faunus believes that you will one day take them out of their oppressive captors. The White Fang respects you for your deeds, hoping that one day, you will support them. The Grimm trembles as you walk near them. This was your legacy, what you left behind. But what happens if you came back from the dead? What happens if you saw your beloved world in constant chaos? Will you once again take up arms and fight for good? Or will you deem this planet no longer your own and unleash the wrath that has been inside you ever since? It is time to pick a side. Every decision you make will tip the balance of this already fragile scale. You will meet old and new friends. Be a part of something that you never thought you'll be in again. Oh you know what the ships will be, eheheh. Trying something new here. It's out of my jurisdiction, but this idea was stuck in my head for quite a while now.

Our MC, Y/N has found himself chosen to become a "Gamer" by the universe and sent him off to Remnant, the world of RWBY. With knowledge of future events, can our protagonist save everyone from "The Fall of Beacon?" Or will he be just another casualty? (*BTW, THIS STORY WAS ADOPTED FROM @Scottyamas BECAUSE I WANT THIS SO SEMI-CONTINUE.)

Broken. Frozen. Burned. Iced over. Percy is cold, calculating, and seemingly hates the Greek Gods. What caused this? He refuses to talk about his past. He refuses to deal with anyone except those in his new job. He masquerades as a mortal, but it's clear to those of his research team, that something is odd about him. Then someone new shows up in his life. Pale blonde hair, icy personality. He knows this is a goddess, but he doesn't know who she is or what she wants. How does he react to another goddess meddling in his life? Written by: @cross13ctr and @IGetUsInToTrouble.

I do not own the cover picture or RWBY. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT You guys are probably familiar with the abused male reader bit. Those fanfics are all over the place. In the unlikely case that you don't know, I'll explain in the intro. Y/N = Your name L/N = Your last name E/C = Your eye colour H/C = Your hair colour F/C = Usually favorite colour, but in this case, it's whatever colour you want Anyway, let's get into it.