What happens happens when Percy is betrayed by the gods and campers, tortured and left to rot in Tartarus. Will the young hero prevail or fail.

Gaea has fallen at the cost of Annabeth's life. Percy tried to cope, but just as he was getting used to his wise girl's absence, disaster struck. Now, Percy will have to enter a new country, fight in a new war, and try to survive his tutoring in the ways of the wand. Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and all characters from that series belong to Rick Riordan, and the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K.Rowling.

I loved her. She loved me. She cheated. I broke. She told me she hated me. I said I loved her. She told me to kill myself. So I did. A year later I woke up. Dressed all in black. A piercing in my lip and ear. A katana beside me. Never would I go back to who I was. I used to dread battle. Now I crave it. I used to love blue food. Now I love blood. My name was Percy Jackson. Now it's Burn. No last name. Nothing. I have no father. He disowned me. My mother is dead. I have no one but myself. I'm ok with that. Everything's fine. Everything will be ok. Until the gods pull me back in. I would kill them. I could. But the world would fall apart. They want me to protect camp. The place where I died. The place I was betrayed. The place where I killed myself. This is going to be absolutely amazing. ( Pernico/Percico story )

What will I do now? There is no purpose for me to live. The fates...the cruel, merciless fates shattered my mind, my soul. The gods didn't care...they never did... Did they? Should I glue back the pieces? Or should I leave it shattered... What would be better? End my misery...The gods don't care. I have already won two wars for them. I have no purpose. I looked at the shining blade, glinting in the moonlight, fascinated. Slowly, as if in a trance, I brought it down onto my skin and started drawing-drawing crimson lines. I felt no pain. There was nothing to feel. I thought that it would get rid of my pain. It did not. I would have to try something else; something else to stop the constant throbbing of my heart. What could stop it? Death still owes me a favor.

PERCY JACKSON is at the brink of death... again. He's scared, trapped and alone- in his own mind. Meanwhile, in the real world, the seven and the rest of camp are worried about him. To them, the great Percy Jackson has been staring at a wall for three days straight, muttering strange things... Little do they know, horrors worse than all their nightmares combined have come back to torture him. Will they be able to find a way to get him out and figure out who was the culprit? Or will Percy be forced to be a prisoner forever? ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ****************** Cover design by @tikachi Cover illustration by viria

[This fic was written with only the Pjo and HoH series in mind.] Years ago Kronos was defeated, and though there was no guarantee that he would stay down, no one expected him to gather the strength to strike back so soon.

Percy Jackson is captured by Tartaraus and it's up to the Avengers plus Loki to save him. But to do that, they have to make peace with the people who Percy hates. The Demigods at camp Half-blood. Book two of my Percy Jackson/Avengers crossover. (The first one is 'BROKEN')

Percy loves his life the war is over and he finally gets to go see his family When they go out for dinner Thor's brother visits the avengers And when he sees who is part of the avengers He wants to show Thor real power And Perseus Jackson Is the best example Will he be friend? Or foe?

Percy Jackson has lost everything and when the gods offer godhood, he refuses again. But the fates have other plans. With Nick Fury after him, will Percy help him and the Avengers? Or will Tartaraus slowly drive Percy insane? Will he find someone new or will he be killed by his haunted past and terrifying flashbacks. (Percy Jackson/Avengers fanfiction)

(Currently Editing for Continuity and other such errors) Guardian of the Huntress The Guardians, and ancient order created by the gods with one purpose, one reason for existing. That reason? To protect the gods from their enemies. Each Guardian was assigned to and Olympian for life and was tasked with ensuring said Olympian's continued physical, mental, and emotional health. Such little information is known about the Guardians that mortals do not even know of them and demigods consider their existence to be a true myth. One of these Guardians, a son of Poseidon, was considered the greatest of all Guardians. A force to be reckoned with, the Guardian of Artemis, the Midnight Huntress with a silver bow, was nigh unstoppable. His name was Perseus Jackson, and this is his story.