(WARNING: This story takes place after the Blood of Olympus, and before the Trials of Apollo, though doesn't follow the story line if you have read the Trials of Apollo. Also, I do not claim ownership of any of the pictures or characters in this story!!) We all know Percy Jackson. He's the son of Poseidon, Hero of Olympus, and one of the seven demigods of prophecy. He has survived the war with Gaea, and had decided to spend a few weeks away from Camp Half-Blood, since Annabeth is going on a trip to California with her father and step-family. Percy planned to have a nice, quiet few weeks. Of course, he was very, very wrong. When Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D, sees Percy's file, labeling him a possible terrorist, as well as 'very powerful', Fury takes interest in him. He sends the Avengers to capture the boy, and bring him back to the tower for interrogation. What happens when yet another war breaks out? Who's in it? Who will win? Read and find out.

When Nico and his grade go on a field trip to volunteer at an asylum, they're not certain what to expect. The experience of learning people's stories however is much more insightful than they might have considered. The chill day was thrown out the window however when Nico and Hazel are assigned to visit a patient in the high supervision section of the ward. His names is Percy Jackson. (Disclaimer: This story is not exactly the same as it used to be for the first few chapters due to my own convictions about making the mental health depictions more believable and more respectful. The plot and essence of the story however remains true to how it always was. There will still be super natural and fantasy elements. The mental disorders that the characters experience however are all portrayed as accurately and respectfully as possible.)

At last; some Peace. But Percy should have known that the next trouble doesn't wait.... Becoming a mermaid​... I mean merman is one thing. But a new prophecy is a whole nother story. Writing gets progressively better with time so bare with me Also very slow updates :'(

[Book 4] Perseus Achilles Jackson. The Disowned One. The Monster Friend. "Nothing is as it seems..." On the verge of war and the breakthrough of an ancient discovery that could destroy them all, the Argo II crew are very near the brink of destruction. They are outside the North Mountains and the home of monsters. To survive, they'll need to prove they can be just as ruthless as monsters, calling upon an ideal that might very well call their end. On the other side of the monsters, Percy Jackson is hiding a secret that could be the downfall of Olympus, and through a dream, he discovers somebody else knows. Now at the cost of his own life, he must do all he can to make sure that they do not get their message to the gods. Or else he won't be the only one who might die. DISCLAIMER (CUZ I'LL ONLY DO IT ONCE): I do not own PJO or HoO, they both belong Rick Riordan. I only own the plot, my words, and my ideas - so please, don't steal my idea and create your own fiction that's basically the same but with different words.

Read to find out Also I don't own the characters, songs, pictures/memes(unless I say so), and ect, if you own any of these message me so I can give you the reconition you deserve

Follow these characters from Two different anime's in their reacting experience to the Happy ball of Sunshine Izuku Midoriya, or so they thought?

This isn't your normal chaos story. What if Percy was a natural born son of chaos and adopted by her brother Order? Percy is born on another planet but is forced to go to earth the day he was born. What will happen to him when he is here? Will forever be rated M: badass fight scenes, lemons, and harem. Percy/Hestia, Hera, Artemis, Piper, Zoë, Bianca, Diana#2, Khione, Chaos#2.

Commander Alpha of Chaos's Army (PJO/HOO Fanfic) Highest Ranks: #1 in Percy Jackson; #1 in PJO Percy Jackson. Savior of Olympus. Hero of the century. For a while, he's the most respected demigod out there. But it's surprising how fast things can change. Brendan, another demigod, appears and starts spreading lies about Percy and soon has the whole camp against him, except for Percy's closest friends. But soon, even they begin to have their doubts. In a turn of events, Percy runs from his home and into Chaos, becoming the commander of Chaos's army and the adopted son of Chaos. It's been 500 years, and Percy loves his new home on Chaos's planet. But, when trouble arises on Earth, Percy and his army are forced to face their pasts and Percy has to defend the ones that betrayed him. This story of betrayal, love, the everlasting bond of a family, and forgiveness filled with endless twists and turns will keep you entertained and inspired until the very end. - - - All credit goes to Rick Riordan for PJO and HoO and all of the characters, except the ones that I make up, duh! Hope you enjoy! (If you find any grammatical errors/ spelling errors/ words that just don't fit right, please leave a comment so I can fix it!) I do updates twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Enjoy!

Once upon a time, Perseus Jackson was the two time hero of Olympus. The son of Poseidon. The Prince of the sea. He had a heart of gold and an untamed spirit. With the fame of heroics and apraisal of best swordsmanship, his modesty glowed. A loyal soldier and natural born leader. The sweetest man to walk the Earth. He faught for love and he fought for family. He fought with a reason and he faught with passion. He turned down forever and embraced mortality. He was a legend. To every fairy tale is it's happy ending. To every myth is it's adventure, waiting. To every legend is it's tragic truth. Perseus Jackson, the most known legend of them all. Perseus Jackson, a legend none the less, whitnessed the end of his time. The end of a hero, came slow and painful. A poison made of people, turning their backs against the tide. Ask the recipe for insanity, instructions are simple. Take the number one hero, twist all he has done into lies, throw him to the wolves. Take away his hope, his faith, and his strength, by the handle of a blade, as sharpe as night. Watch his blood leak out, listen to his cries. Don't teach him the word 'mercy', not even it's meaning. Show him what he's gaining, never what he's losing. Train him in the shadows, to be swift and sly. Show him how cold, his warmth really is. Build a man from pain. Build a man from suffering. Build a man from darkness. Build a man from misery. Watch with satisfaction. All the work is done. A man has been unraveled, then woven anew. What once was a golden heart and a silver soul, comes a bronze weapon deadliest of all.

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.