Tartarus had damaged Percy more than he let on. He should have told someone before it got this bad. But now it was too late. He had lost control of his powers, and sometimes, of his mind. Somehow, he had to fix himself before he destroyed the camp and all his loved ones....but it's not that easy, especially when Percy's darker nature appealed to him so much. Will he be able to control his powers and regain his mind before he deals damage that cannot be undone? **I do not own any of the PJO/HOO characters, Uncle Rick does THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

A/N: I do not own anything except for the things I made, all belongs to Rick Riordan. I know, I know. It's not the most original story. But...You know what? I'll do the disclaimer later. For now, let's get on to the synopsis, shall we? We shall. ~~ People will use you over and over again to their fulfilment. They'll play with you until you're beaten to the bone. Until you're not shining anymore and they throw you away. Well, in my case it's the demigods and the Gods. Look, I didn't ask for any of this. I had accepted anything that came my way before, but don't I get my own happy ending? All I wanted was to live peacefully with my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase who I would do anything for, and my friends. We deserve at least that. So why is it as soon as he comes in everything was taken away from me? What did I do? What did Timothy Leon ever do to have the right to take everything that I have? He didn't save the world. I did. He didn't go to a long dangerous quest alone just for the sake of his friends to finally have a happy life. I did. So, I left. Thus, the start of my new life free from the Gods and their controlling ways. I was finally where I belong but now, I have to go back. Well, it was a matter of time anyway. Sooner or later, you'll have to face the past and unfortunately, my time has come.

Percy Jackson had the life everyone wanted, he was the hero of Olympus, respected by the most powerful beings, and had the best of friends. However, fate works in cruel ways, and everyone around him began to change. His friends had abandoned him, his girlfriend betrayed him, and our hero was banished to the darkest depths of Tartarus by the gods he had given so much for. What happens when he returns stronger than ever? Will he want revenge, or is he beyond repair?

@All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for his characters After defeating Gaea and Khronos, Percy is broken; why? Annabeth is dead. She dyed in the war saving Percy, and now he blame himself for her death. But, peace is not still here, Erebus(the primordial god of Darkness) and Thalassa(the primordial goddess of sea) attacked the forests, threatening the Huntress that live there. And lastly sorry for my grammar errors, english isn't my main language....

Percy is betrayed by the person he trusted most. Not what you expect, you'll see. Lost, he vanished without a trace. He returns a different man with a close relationship with the least likely goddess. No HOO...yet. What will happen when new threats rise. Will he fight? No percabeth whatsoever in this fic. (This was the second story I ever wrote... Like 2 years ago and it was written in about a month and half so bear that in mind. FYI, I'm not looking for critiques, I don't like the way I wrote it so I'm not looking to fix anything.)

Percy Jackson story.He is betrayed from the camp and everyone follows Ray son of Hermes and Brother of Luke. He avenges his blood and takes away everything.The young hero runs away and Artemis is bound to find him .It's a Petremis story with Betrayal .

Book One The Male Hunter Of Artemis Percy Jackson

A being born from the Five Rivers of the Underworld, stronger than most gods, Feared by many. Always hiding, always there. An immortal being that carries out the will of the Rivers. Stronger than a First-Born of a god. Much stronger. He is made of the Essence of the rivers. But he was not always like this. He was once a demigod, the most powerful demigod. He was respected by many and feared by his many enemies. But a hero's fate is always tragic. His fate was no different and he became someone else. He is now Raze, the Champion and Heart of the Rivers, a deity in his own right. But who was he? This ill fated hero? That was Perseus Jackson, Hero of Olympus. The greatest hero to walk the Earth. But fate is cruel. He is now Raze, the immortal bringer of Judgement. You can call him Raze, but only Raze. If you call him Percy, consider yourself lucky if he doesn't respond. Because much worse could happen to you. Much worse. He has changed a lot and it is their fault. They want him back? Too late.

The world is hardly ever what it seems. We have seen our heroes fight monsters, gods, titans, and even the very Earth itself. But, there were rules and procedures to be followed. There were prophecies that defined the path to victory. Now the enemy has no limits, no safeties, no restraints. Or Mortals aren't as blind and powerless as the gods seem to think... This is a completed story in told alternating POVs with Percy, Nico, Jason, and Piper being the main focus. The first several chapters are a bit rough, but my writing improved as it progresses. I will edit the early chapters to better match the quality of the later chapters when I have some spare time. This is not a story you should approach lightly, as there are numerous triggers including, but not limited to: blood, torture, death, and attempted suicide.

Everyone thinks I'm dead. But I'm not. Hades and Nico are even fooled. And that's because I'm still down there. But a fake. The name is θύελλα. But you can call me Hurricane. Or Omega in formal occasions. It's a nickname from my soldiers. But I used to be someone else. Percy Jackson. But that part of me died when he came. Alex. My half brother. In a heartbeat, he was claimed the best fighter when he beat Clarisse in a stupid fight. Everyone forgot about me. Chiron ignored me. Blackjack wouldn't let me ride him. Poseidon told everyone that Alex was his pride and joy and that Alex was his favorite son. Then he granted Alex immortality. But worse, he got Annabeth too. With one look at him, she was always chatting with him, when I asked her to go for a stroll, she'd say she was busy. But when I followed her once, I found her with Alex. Kissing. I ignored my broken heart and went on living. And then the death happened. Malcolm, Annabeth's half brother was found dead. By the sea. And I was framed. Of course some had their doubts, but only my true friends. Nico, Thalia, Leo, Rachel and Grover. Everyone else sided with Alex. Who banished me and sent me to the gods. But before I got to Olympus, I got a chance at a new life. And I took it.