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

It has been 15 years since Percy Jackson was killed. 15 years since he was banished from camp for a crime he didn't commit. 15 years since he was betrayed by the ones he loved. 14 years since he was proven innocent. 14 years since his loved ones nearly killed themselves with grief. 13 years since his loved ones were given immortality to make sure it never happened again. MODERN DAY Artemis and her hunters are defeated and about to be killed when the use their last chance. Artemis summons a dead warrior to save them and be their guardian, much to the reluctance of herself and her hunters. When the warrior comes out of the ground in green and black hood, vest, jacket and trousers. But the thing that catches the hunters' eyes is the black bow and quiver with 12 arrows on his back and the sword at his side. The warrior is Percy Jackson. Sworn to protect the hunt until he dies. He remembers his betrayal. He keeps his identity a secret. Nobody must know, he tells himself nobody must know.

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.)

(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.

Percy Jackson was tossed out of Camp Half-Blood after being cheated on, and betrayed by all. No one believed he was innocent. Not a single being. No one. Not even his father. Sally and Paul were dead, supposedly murdered by him. So the gods voted to kill him. And of course no one objected. He was unwanted. 100 years later, everyone had been made immortal. The Seven, all the campers from the giant war, everyone. The second you walk into Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, you become immortal if you are a demigod, or someone with a sworn alliance to Olympus. Everyone still hates the innocent hero. Another century later, the Hunt has been attacked. They barely survive, with their numbers decreased to a third of before, and all of the survivors, including the goddess herself, hospitalized in Apollo's palace. The council decides the Hunt needs a guardian. As they try to determine who to pick, an unexpected visitor chooses for them. Chaos. She chooses someone very special, but someone whose identity is a secret to everyone but him. A hero with a heart of gold, a hero with a heart of steel, a hero more powerful and loyal than anyone else. A hero from the dead. That hero is Percy Jackson.

Percy is the son of Lupa and the son of Lycaon, being raised by werewolves he is taught to be fearless and to never show weakness. He absolutely loathes the color silver for all it's done for him is hurt him. He's walking down a dark path but can one silver eyed goddess change that? (Warning: This story isn't mine. It's Pluto's Daughter 11 from fanfiction.net. All credit belongs to her, I am simply... broadcasting it.