Historias de Overpoweredpercy

Betrayed by Olympus. Cast into Tartarus. Forgotten by those he fought to protect. Percy Jackson was once the hero of prophecy - saviour of gods, slayer of Titans, champion of Olympus. But mercy was never in the gods' nature. Condemned by Zeus and abandoned by the camps, Percy suffers in the Pit for seventy years, broken, reforged, and cursed to wear the forms of every monster he slays. From hellhounds to fallen angels, from the Nemean Lion to primordial titans, Percy rises again - not as the boy who once begged for Olympus's favour, but as the Prince of the Pit. With an army of monsters, a dragon born to counter the gods themselves, and the powers of night and sea at his command, Percy declares war on the very thrones that cast him down. All of Olympus will tremble. Heroes will fall. Gods will kneel. Because the age of prophecy has ended... and the reign of Percy Jackson has begun.

Percy leaves camp when his friends, the seven and the whole camp including Annabeth gravitate towards his stuck-up cousin. He is betrayed by everyone including his father. During his isolation he meets goddesses of the hunt and snow can they cure his frozen heart? P:S: This is my first story, not a chaos army or prince of the universe story, that's too overused. P.S: I personally tagged it overpowered I don't want any insults

The gods thought they could contain him. They built walls of frost, sent armies of light, flooded the tides and poisoned the air - but the crown still burned on his brow. They took his name from their songs and his face from their marble, yet his shadow stretched across every field they claimed. And when they bound a daughter of Zeus into living wood, they believed she would never walk again. They were wrong. Now the fortress holds two storms instead of one, and Olympus feels the ground shifting under its own feet. The lightning bolt they once feared to lose is no longer the only weapon beyond their reach. The Helm they sought to reclaim sits in a vault they cannot breach. And in the court of black stone, the pine hums with the memory of a girl returned to flesh and fury. The siege tightens. The hourglass runs dry. Champions are sent not to win a war, but to end it before it grows. And as the first hunter steps from the shadows, Percy Jackson knows the truth: there's no going back to quests and half-truths and camps in the woods. This is no quest. This is rebellion. And in rebellion, you don't ask the gods for permission. You take what they've hidden, you break what they've built, and you make them fear the very world they claim to rule.

This is my first book so forgive me if it seems crappy. BETRAYED TORTURED BROKEN SHATTERED This is a horror b/c it has very gruesome torture scenes. Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of the characters only the plot (if I did no one would have died

The gods will tell you their history is unbroken. That their thrones have always stood, their crowns have always shone, and their power is beyond challenge. They lie. I know, because I've fought them - all of them - and I've lived to tell about it. I didn't stand alone. I had my fortress, my elemental army, and the blood of three Primordials in my veins: the Sky, the Darkness, and the Sea. I broke their first assault and made them remember that Olympus isn't the only power worth fearing. Now, the King of the Gods claims his Master Bolt has been stolen. The Lord of the Dead's Helm of Darkness is missing too. Two weapons that could shatter their rule forever - both gone without a trace. And of course, they think I took them. They've "asked" me to bring them back. But this isn't their quest anymore. This is a war. Because I know who has the Helm. I know who has the Bolt. And I'm not returning them until I decide who deserves to hold the power of gods... or if anyone does. My name is Perseus Jackson. I'm not a hero. I'm not their pawn. I am the storm they couldn't kill.