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One man One tragic ending One army One impossible quest One hero Hundreds that betrayed, One hero Millions that will kill, One hero Billions will be served by, One hero One story Two prophecies And one man

This is a Chaos story. Yup, but it has a little bit of a twist I guess. I'm sorry if you think I copied, but I didn't. I started this before I even read my second Chaos story. And I've worked ahead. It's typed all the way up to the certain place where I have stopped. All rights to PJO and HOO go to Rick Riordan. I own a few characters in here, but other than that, the rest is Rick's. Enjoy. With hope, TheAuroraLights #Wattys2015

CURRENTLY BEING EDITED Percy is a werewolf working with the Huntsmen, a group of mercenaries. When a job sends him to Camp Half-Blood, he'll go on quests alongside Annabeth, Thalia, Rachel, and many others. Will Percy be able to betray his new friends when the time comes?

Well, I was thinking that this one is hardly ever done. So, I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It isn't done yet, of course, but I have been debating about putting this up. I didn't know if it was good enough or not. Right. Lycaon is tracking Perseus Jackson, let's see what happens! Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO/HOO. #Wattys2015

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.

(Warning; Probably has plot holes everywhere) This is the sequel of my first book: Percy Jackson The Wolf Prince It begins off a few weeks after the ending of the first book. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "You can't break me Lyacon." I whispered, feeling the blood dripping off my body. Lyacon stopped whipping me "Everything can be broken, you just have to find out how." He snorted. Lyacon walked around me. "You have been used, smashed and betrayed , but yet you don't break." He said, as he started smiling and went on. "But there is one thing that hasn't been tainted yet, the one thing that keeps you innocent, and soon that will be rectified." Then he left my cave, closing the door behind him. "Tomorrow you will have a visitor, and you mad her angry, and you are going to pay, Perseus. You are going to pay." With that, I was left alone, to think about what he said. --------------------------------------------------------------------- When Percy finally gets some rest, or so he thinks

To Percy Jackson, the life of a demigod is odd and dangerous. One minute you are on a beautiful beach, then wrestling sea monsters in the next. This is what he became accustomed to handle. No matter what was thrown at him, he knows he can protect the ones he cares about. But this enemy is different. He is the two-time savior of Olympus. A hero. A danger A host for chaos. And it is because of this fact, that he is so dangerous to everyone around. Why he had to be casted out. Why he had to be destroyed. Percy wonders what could have caused this. What had become of him. Then he saw them, two impossible people. And so, seeking their help. He asked them to give him the power to erase it all. All the pain. Help him conquer chaos. And Ryan said yes. This is part 2 of a trilogy, so I highly urge you to first read Theurgy: Guardian as an introduction into the world. ⇥1XNwDZmE⇤

It's so cold...I feel like I'm freezing up. Literally. I felt like everything inside was beginning to change...who I was, what I was, and just me. I opened my icy blue eyes. Everyone I knew, Annabeth, The Seven, the Gods, everyone except my mother, Paul, and Grover, betrayed me or wanted me dead. I'm a demigod on the run. And I'm losing myself to a part of me that I never knew existed. The morning dew on the leaves around me froze to crystallized droplets as I walked by. Just as I was admiring the beauty of it all, a shout came from behind me and I turned. A hunter was pointing my way and more people came. Twenty more hunters, and roughly forty demigods. I turned away from them and ran while taking out my sword. Riptide. It wasn't what it used to be. Before it had a blue green colored trident etched into a glowing bronze metal and a golden hilt. Now? The bronze glowed silver because of a thin layer of deadly ice. The trident became an icy blue, just as my eyes had changed and the hilt was now black and silver. Why? I'm changing. The world destroyed me. So I'm changing. To someone I'm not. I can't stop it. I can keep running before I freeze over entirely. Then I'll be unstoppable. = = = so im writing a second draft and i realized i screwed up the whole plot in this story because it wasnt meant to be cliche but it turned out to be so this is gonna be the first version and the second version im writing at an incredibly slow rate so yeah this version is not the best to say it nicely [lowercase and terrible grammar intended because I'm lazy]