"I was tortured, every day, and no one helped me." She whispered meekly. "We would've done something‐." She cut him off, slowly looking up, avoiding their gaze. "No, they would have killed anyone who tried to help me escape." She mumbled, tears streaming down her cheek. ~~~ Some people have fun and experience life Others were too busy being hurt by some cruel people in the world But for her, she was stuck being wounded by the wicked mankind For all of her life, raven has been tortured, assaulted, and lied to. She was a person who always gave someone a second chance, no matter the situation they put her in. She was a kind soul, too innocent for this world. Now she's back for revenge, not sparing a single life who hurt her in the past. She would be willing to do anything to get rid of them even going as far as to hurt those closest to her. What happens when you add eight brothers to the mix? Follow along with raven on her journey of discovering her family. TW: assault, gore, murder, etc Started: August 21st, 2021 Completed: October 23rd, 2021 ~~~ Highest Rankings #1 in retired #1 in short story #1 in Hispanic #5 in sarcasm #8 in killer #7 in brothers #3 in brother #3 in mafia #5 in uncle

❝We are never going to be family.❞ • • • Three half-siblings, living in different situations, with enough hate to kill each other. By some joke of the universe, they find themselves in the same city. Meeting again under shitty circumstances, with a lot of shitty issues, they get themselves into more trouble than they are ready for. What happens when everything goes to hell in one single night and they run into each other on the corner of sixth street at half-past three? Well, gasoline never did go well with a raging fire, but they never did care if the world burned. ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ Cover is made by me. Copyright © 2021 Josie Marie Any relation to other stories or characters is entirely coincidental and not intentional. Any credit for the #olderbrother trend goes to its appropriate writers/creators. All of my work is original, inspired by the #olderbrother trend.

❝I think we've lost the meaning of family.❞ • • • A few years ago, we tragically lost our parents, and every day since then, my brothers and I have drifted apart. We have intense defense mechanisms and our own methods of survival in the adult world. Our house feels less like home, the city feels empty, and the stars seem more distant. Will we be able to heal as a family? Or will we go our separate ways as adults? ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ Cover is made by me. Copyright © 2021 Josie Marie Any relation to other stories or characters is entirely coincidental and not intentional. Any credit for the #olderbrother trend goes to its appropriate writers/creators. All of my work is original, inspired by the #olderbrother trend, but based on my own life with four brothers.

WARNING: this book is about PTSD. Percy is blamed for what happens in the last battle. The deaths of the seven, Nico, Reyna, camp. All of them gone. even Annabeth, who had survived torture in hell with him. As punishment, He is cursed with a type of immortality. He can only die when they feel he has repaid his crimes. The gods send him back in time to live out the past. Take the slow road. Percy disowns his name. Going only by the first part of his last name..Jack. Centuries pass and he becomes known as Jack Frost. Now, time has finally brought him back to where he belongs. A year where all his friends and family are alive..and he's nowhere near them. To distract himself from the pain, he takes a teaching job..at Hogwarts.

"Percy?" Annabeth said, looking at him in concern, "Are you okay?" "Yeah," he breathed, "I just-" Percy's sentence cut off as he felt all the blood drain from his face. He felt his stomach lurch menacingly, and he shrugged off Annabeth's hands from his shoulders and flashed out of the room in an instant, leaving them there wide eyed. Within a single second, Percy went from the living room to the bathroom, where he proceeded to empty his contracting stomach. "Percy?!" he heard Frank and Jason call from the living room, and he heard footsteps thumping. It didn't take them long to find him. He hadn't even had time to close the bathroom door. Within a minute, the two of them were standing in the doorway, looking at him in confusion as he violently emptied his stomach into the toilet. "What the...?" Jason said as he looked at Percy.

After Annabeth broke up with Percy, he decided that the has enough of this cursed life. He cuts ties with his demi-god side and sets off on a new adventure, but being the seaweed brain he is....things didn't go as he had planned. A pjo discretion is advised. No percabeth or Chason (chase-jackson) will be written! _____________________________________________________________ |A Percy Jackson fanfiction| _____________________________________________________________ |A son of chaos fanfiction| _____________________________________________________________ All Percy Jackson characters belongs to Mr. Rick Riordan _____________________________________________________________ 💙 Published: May 5, 2021

in the end, they were just myths. [COMPLETED.]

Percy Jackson's Will from Rick Riordan's PJO and HoO series. This is portraying the will Percy set for himself considering his chances of death.

He never saw this coming. He wasn't prepared for the betrayal. He wasn't prepared for the anger, depression, or the dying. He wasn't prepared for the tears pouring from his eyes. Percy Jackson or as he is known, Eidos, wants to start a new life. A new life away from all the hurt. What happens when a powerful being is after him for unknown reasons? All he wants is to rebuilt his life but somehow, he is dragged back to where it all began, but now, instead of being controlled, he is the one who can control. *No Percabeth *Under Editing

Hi, I am Percy Jackson. I have been betrayed a couple of times. The first one was with my so-called family on my dad's side; you know like Poseidon, Zeus, Hades, Apollo and every other god and goddess Roman and Greek, along with the demigods. The second betrayal was with Chaos, the Primordials and the army of Chaos. The gods cursed me. The Primordials cursed me. You would think that I would be dead, I'm not. I've been living a long time, longer the I should have. They don't know where I am, and they don't care. They don't care as long as I'm not around them. There is a new threat coming. Coming to take the entire universe. Everyone doesn't know who it is. Well besides one, me. I've been preparing for this war since I found out about it 10,000 years ago. I know how to defeat the threat, but it could come at a great cost. I don't know why but they think I betrayed them. I don't know why they think I did, but I have an idea of what has happened. All I know is that everything is in danger. If we don't stop this threat, it's the end of life like we know it. That is why I still have a purpose in life. The Fates don't control my fate, even Ananke doesn't control my fate. Something even more older then the Primordials control my fate. I have two different fates that I can chose. One I have a chance to live longer. The other is where everything is controlled by the threat. That is why I'm still here. Why I have been through so much. Why I'm the only one in the universe that can really control my own fate. There is so much at stake. One mistake will change everything. I have one choice that can ether save or destroy everything in existence. I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does.