Adela Kinsley is the claimed daughter of Apollo. She's been at camp Half-blood for three years. Made a few friends, few enemies. But unknowingly, her enemy was one that she calls friend. Rewritten/edited: June, 2025 --- I don't own Percy Jackson, all credits go to Rick Riordan. Rankings: #2 in Ares 1/4/24 #1 in Charlie Bushnell 1/2/24 #9 in Luke Castellan 1/7/24 #17 in Grover 1/4/24 #1 in camp half blood 1/19/24

Hera had enough of all of the demigod children her husband, Zeus, was fathering. She decided to create her own demigod child to spite her husband. Once her daughter was born, Hera dropped her off at Camp Half-Blood with only a claim above the infant. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ Selene had been at Camp Half-Blood her whole life, raised by Chiron and Mr. D. She has seen demigods come and go from camp, she has also seen tragedy after tragedy take away her friends. When a certain boy, Percy Jackson, comes to Camp, everything gets more hectic. Tragedies followed the boy everywhere he went. Will Selene join him in the chaos? Or will she just watch from the side to avoid tragedy? Or will she go down a darker route? ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ The Lighting Thief - The Last Olympian The Lighting Thief - Complete The Sea of Monsters - Complete The Titan's Curse - Complete The Battle of The Labyrinth - Complete The Last Olympian - Writing & SLOW releases Started: 18/09/2024 Finished: N/A

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Tony's little girl is not so little anymore