Percy never asked for this to happen. I mean, does he ever? But when he finds a strange ring in his cabin with a note saying it can make the wearer hypnotize anyone, he can't resist but put it on. And it immediately corrupts him. Percy starts off with just having a bit of fun with the campers, but he soon takes a much darker path. Can his friends save him... and before it's too late? - Disclaimer: No, I'm not some 56+ years old man writing fanfiction about my own stories. Big shocker, huh? Anyways, all rights go to Rick Riordan (obviously). I just own the plot.

⊱ 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓: 𝑻𝑳𝑨 ⊰ Percy knows what it's like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. So after he loses everything, his friends, his family, his world he's just so tired and alone. But when he is sent to a new world to be a hero all over again will he help the young boy who reminds him of who he used to be or will the grief and pain of his losses be too much for him to handle. People believe the avatar will save the world but he can't do it alone, he will need the help of the prince of the sea and along the way maybe he can douse the heart of the prince of the Fire Nation. ✧∭✧∰✧∭✧∭✧∭✧∭✧∰✧∭✧∭✧∭✧∭✧∰✧∭✧ Big shout out and thanks to chewi99 for helping me edit this story (All rights reserved to Rick Riordan, Bryan Konietzko, Michael Dante DiMartino, and the other creators of Percy Jackson and Avatar: The Last Airbender. The story idea is my own)

Percy has never been on any quests in all of the years that he has been at Camp Half-Blood, so what happens when World War Two breaks out?

Book 2 They didn't ask. They ordered. And when the gods of Olympus give an order, you don't get to say no. "Bless Percy Jackson. He must be sent back in time... to fight as James Buchanan Barnes." I stood there, jaw tight, as the gods raised their hands. Even Chaos - the thing older than time itself - joined in. Some blessed me with hate burning in their eyes. Others with guilt. It didn't matter. Their power tore through me anyway. I felt it - my skin splitting, my bones burning, something ancient carving itself into my blood. I was being remade. Weaponized. Again. One thought clawed its way through the pain: Let him recognize me. Please. Let Steve still see me. The world broke apart. Brooklyn. 1943. The stink of oil and metal in the air. A heavy jacket clinging to my frame. Dog tags slapping against my chest with every step. I didn't remember hitting the ground. I was just here. And I was already running - down cracked sidewalks, around a corner - toward the sounds of a fight. There he was. Small. Scrappy. All heart. Steve Rogers, swinging fists against a man twice his size - and losing badly. Before I even thought about it, I was in the alley, throwing myself into the fight. Into the fire. The gods wanted a weapon? Fine. I'd give them one. But they would never own me. Not again. Disclaimer:I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON, OR THE AVENGER/ MARVEL MOVIES THEY BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN AND MARVEL IF I WERE ONE OF THEM I WOULDN'T BE WRITING ON WATTPAD only one so don't yell at me 😊

Percy Jackson is in a state of grief and depression after the second Giant war, having Annabeth Chase taken from him before his own eyes. Everything in Camp Half-Blood reminds Percy of her face. Leaving in the dead of night he comes across the Lady Hestia offering him a life he can't refuse. Will he be up to the challenge of defeating the next threat, being a part of the next big prophecy. All rights for the characters and their pasts go to Rick Riordan. The story is mine. ☺️

My name is Percy Jackson. I'm an 18-year-old demigod living from manhattan. I'm a son of Poseidon, the ruler of the seas, the earthshaker and the king of Atlantis. My life is pretty boring, I live a totally normal life aside from occasionally beating up monsters, killing one or two gods or titans and saving the world. I spend my summers at camp half-blood like a normal demigod, riding flying horses and fi,ghting to the death for a flag. Typical demigod life. Life was going great, well, as great as it can be being a demigod. Until he came and messed everything up. Was #3 in MagnusChase. 20/10/2020- 23/11/2020 Was #8 in Chaos. 6/1/2022 - 20/1/2022 Is #6 in Chaos. 19/3/2022-25/6/2022 Was #6 in Betrayal 1/9/2021 - 5/9/2021 Still #1 Beings since 26/5/2020 Currently #2 in Annabeth 14/10/2021 Was #11 in Chaos. 15/6/2021- 30/6/2021 Was #1 in Beings. Since 26/5/2020 - 24/12/2020 Was #37 in elements. 8/2/2021. Was #1 in #elements! 20/2/2021 Currently #1 in #Olympians Currently #22 in #Percy Was #1 in #Perlypso Was #5 in #Calypso Currently #1 in #Stormbringer Was #2 in Asgard 3/10/2020 Was #20 in Chaos 10/20/2020

Fifty years after the Giant war, Percy Jackson has been long forgotten. He is nothing, but a myth, a legend. Nobody knows where he is and nobody really cares. The two demigod camps were combined and now reside in New York where the Greek camp was located. Someone has been leading monsters to the barrier and attacking, but the Olympians don't know who is behind it. Zeus has given the order, Percy Jackson must be brought in so that he may lead the armies of Olympus once again.

Percy was just getting settled back into everyday life after the giant war, when he gets a visit from a uncommon cousin, he hasn't seen her in a while though they occasionally meet up. She comes asking for a favour. What could it be? what challenges will it bring? Read to find out more. (sorry if the summary is cheesy) Currently unedited ON HOLD

Percy Jackson has had enough, after the war with Gaea he was left without friends and family. By himself in the world of mortal men and super soldiers will he find the support he needs, or will he fall like so many before him as new threats descend upon his world. New bonds will form and some will be torn forever. Follow this story as scheming forces work to undermine the Avengers and Percy Jackson. This is a re-write of Can I really keep going? Disclaimer, I own nothing except the plot.

"I was left in the pit. Abandoned. Lost. Forgotten... All for the war. All for her. All for Olympus. I felt anger of course, and fear like no other. Being alone in the pit is simply... indescribable. Time passes differently down here. Sometimes slow. Sometimes fast. But in my case... backward. My escape? I left with a thousand scars, but not through the doors of death. I found a chamber of serpents. A chamber of secrets. Now I'll run through London. I'll forget my past life. Forget the people. But I won't forget my abilities. Because in this world I live in now. A world of Wizardry... I might just need the power of a God." Finally trying a crossover! What better than an 'XXANAKXX' spin on Percy Jackson and Harry Potter! I promise for the absolute most originality! Please give it a try! #1 in *fleurdelacour* out of 676 #14 in *hermione* out of 698 #31 in *gods* out of 28.900