Perseus Jackson is the only one left. All of his friends are dead and he has nobody to rely on anymore. A certain silver-eyed goddess has lost all of her hunters and her only real family. Will they find a way to overcome their differences and work together to defeat an ancient threat that rises from the depths Tartarus that may pose a threat to all of Olympus and humanity itself? This is my story that I posted from FanFiction.net under the name 'TyGuy45' so there will be some author's notes and responses to reviews. Don't worry about those.

So I got bored and decided I want a new fanfiction to write. I decided since Percy is good in my first fanfiction, why not make him bad? So I did it. BTW I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO, MR RICK RIORDAN DOES! Summary: Percy is betrayed. Yep! He is betrayed by EVERYONE. He is chained over the void for eternity for something that he didn't do. What happens next? Well, I don't know, so click the read button to find out more. :) Warning: This story was written by a child who had no idea how to craft a plot and execute a story. The writing? Atrocious. The story? Atrocious. Everything about this story is pretty bad. So, keep an open mind if you want to read this.

FIRST SERIES, BOOK THREE: A year has gone by after the Giant War. Leo came back with Calypso. And the seven from the prophecy are at Camp Half-Blood enjoying the peace. A century has gone by since a hero had died. He will rise again. That one person can scare with one glare. Who is this hero? Find out in The Rise of the Seven. I don't own Percy Jackson. Or any of the music. Completed and Edited.

What happens to Percy Jackson when the Manticore comes back and chases him into a new world? Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO/HOO.

** Note: this book doesn't belong to me + no HoO characters ** Desc: in the final battle between percy and kronos, annabeth betrays him and all of olympus. kronos rises. luke survives. the gods are imprisoned. and percy is sent to ogygia for his execution. but, in a fortunate turn of events he is back to settle the score after a year. and he's mad. a tinge of sassiness, here and there, because boy, has he had enough. - - - The characters are owned by Rick Riordan and the plot line is by ProjectPhoenixAgent003. Uncle Rick: https://rickriordan.com/ PPA003: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2376254/Project-Phoenix-Agent-003 This author has written over 15 books on Fanfiction.net, so please go visit them!

Gaea has been defeated, Leo has returned with Calypso, and everyone is enjoying their time chillin' and... well, chillin' some more! Apart from the odd monster, everything is at peace. Man, this is the life. Percy has some BIG plans for Annabeth, and they cannot be thrown away! Taking advantage of this peace, Percy is gonna put those plans in ACTION! Nothing can stop him! Not even wizards! Pffft. Wizards. Hilarious. Whoops. Spoke too soon. Apparently, there WERE wizards who are ruining his fun. Great. __________________________________________ Harry has just defeated that party pooper baldy, and DAM does he feel great about his achievement. However, Dumbledore just HAD to find out that Voldy has a grandson, a powerful one indeed. Unable to put away his past, Harry just cannot forgive this 'grandson', not after what that monster Voldemort did... TWO favourite worlds crash together, and man the outcome will not be pretty. Uhhhh... am I suppose to say, uh, more? Um... this is my first story, and I hope you enjoy it. Peace out people, and try not to kill yourself!

As he fell down the lava, wondering where things went wrong, he shall hear a new vice which shall give him a new life. Where will Percy Jackson's new life lead him? Will he get a new, peaceful life, or shall he go back acting like a trouble magnet like always? This is a FanFiction on the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan.

The war was over, Gaea was back in the dust, and Percy could finally get some well needed rest. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life in peace, living in the Roman town with Annabeth, occasionally visiting the rest of his friends. It was going to be a good life. Or maybe not. A new threat is brewing and it doesn't look like one that can be solved by just ignoring it. When a bunch of wizards come to Percy's house to tell him that he had yet another evil grandfather, things turn upside down. He's dragged back into the hero life by his ankles. Meanwhile Harry is also having a hard time. There's been many things on his mind this past year. -A Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher with a personality like poisoned honey -A venomous, disgruntled house-elf -Ron as keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team -Malfoy's annoying antics -The looming terror of the OWLs ...and of course, the growing threat of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and his newest addition to the family. A grandson named Percy. This story takes place after Blood of Olympus and during Order of the Phoenix. How will things end for The Boy Who Lived and The Savior of Olympus? .... Cover by me [began - January 31, 2017] [last updated - May 18, 2021] R A N K I N G S #2 in "demigods" [May 2020] #12 in crossover [April 2021] #40 in "percyjackson" [August 2020] I obviously don't own anything except for the plot. The characters all belong to Uncle Rick and J.K. Rowling.

Revamped (Kinda) of When I remember. Sometimes, naps are too long. Percy Jackson found that out the hard way after waking up from a 700 year long one with only a faint whisper of his memories. With only lies and half truths coming from people, Percy needs to decide who he can and cannot trust. His father? Or his friends? Well, whichever one tells him what he really is.

No one ever expects betrayal. No one is ever prepared. No one is ever ready to lose everything. No one is ever ready to lose their will to live. To lose their purpose. To lose everything. -x- Percy Jackson definitely wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to lose all his friends, he wasn't ready to lose his home and he definitely wasn't ready for the betrayal of the one person that mattered most in the world. -x- Athena was right, my fatal flaw would be the death of me. -x- My chest burned. It was like a wolf was eating it, tearing it's way to my trembling heart. It threatened to devour me, eat me whole and leave nothing but scraps behind. And I couldn't stop it. -x- The nausea swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My head swam with half-formed regrets. My heart felt as if my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hung over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me wherever I went. Even the colors of the spring day were drab to me now and the birdsong like so much noise on a child's glockenspiel, grating my nerves.