This is one of my newest stories I started this in September but stopped so here you go!
This is my newest story.
Summary-
Something is wrong with Percy. He's not evil but an evil force has taken him. 17 years back someone had done something to him. A change, a start for a new war. He is the beginning. And it will change him forever, as for the world as well.
Flames are aloud. Make S'mores! But your too nice to do that!
Disclaimer- I do NOT own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor The Heroes of Olympus...nor most of Greek Mythology.
Chapter 1
Percy Jackson
Everything had changed immediately it had happened. His sea-green eyes never were again. Instead stood a pare of yellow wolf-like eyes. Actually he could change his eye color, yet he still stood with yellow eyes. No one looked like him with his eyes. Even in his pack. He was taken in after being hurt. He was a lycanthrope. Curseth Lycaon. He cursed that man on what he had done to him.
.xXx.
17 years back
Percy Jackson was walking down the empty streets making his way home. Unknown to what was really happening, he ignored it. All he remembered was closing his eyes and whistling down the street knowing his way along. Turning at certain points.
Not focusing towards what was happening.
"Master, Now?" whispered a voice in the dark. Percy of course couldn't here this.
"Yes."
Percy still strolling all of a sudden heard a voice. He turned around, opening his eyes as well.
"Hello." Said a man leaning against a building drinking beer. A dark aura surrounded him, but Percy was oblivious to this.
Just as he was about to respond, someone tackled him from behind. Percy gasped for air as the person behind pressed his large yet skinny index finger to a nerve behind Percy's neck. A nerve that will paralyze a person for a few hours and make one fall asleep in a few minutes.
He couldn't move at all. Stuck to the ground as the face came into view. Percy knew this man from many adventures trying to get rid of this horrid retch.
"Well…I guess little Perseus will die soon, as my mother puts revenge against you." He said. Then lunged.
Percy screamed and kicked as fangs dug into his shoulder. Long, sharp as metal, painful fangs of a wolf stayed in.
Something was going on with his body as well, he couldn't move at all. Nothing was possible. Paralyzed he was.
Lycaon seemed to want him to continue feeling this agony. The fangs still resided in his shoulder as wolf saliva poisoned to change him trickled into his wound. DNA changing as well. Human DNA disappearing leaving 50% god and 50% lycanthrope.
Then the real pain came as the fangs broke his skin coming out. The screams of the young 17-year-old demigod echoed around the neighborhood. Yet know one heard any of this. Every mortal and immortal or in-between were inaudible to the sounds and were not able to see any of this. It was all-invisible.
The fangs etched out slowly as Lyceum wanted the pain to continue. Then it came out.
"You're Achilles Heal is gone. You are vulnerable now. I hope you felt every single part of that." Lycaon said with an evil grin pushed with a smirk.
Just then, Perseus Jackson passed out as the pain came once again.
Percy woke up two hours after. He was in a forest. His hands were chained with silver and celestial bronze. The chains then connected to trees in four different directions.
All of a sudden, pain erupted in his gut. He knew something was wrong when his hands began to turn to paws. The chain adjusted as well. His nails shortened until they were sharp and dangerous, sharp to kill anything, but yet small. His chest then arched as bones broke, making smaller but tougher bones. His body began to spread black hair as it covered his body. His shoes fell of as paws replaced feet. His face covered with skin as his jaw line widened. His teeth became sharper as fangs even sharper then Lycaon's fangs were. His ears from his side of the face disappeared as a new pare of ears coated with black fur. His nose changed into a different nose, a nose of a dog or wolf. Whiskers elongated from his nose. Sensory antennas they were. Another way to feel, smell, and attack as they could move on their own. Perseus height changed as well as his 6'2 height shortened to a 4'11 tall. He was still 6'2 long. He was a much bigger wolf than Lycaon himself. And then a strange part of him came out. He yelled. A loud howl echoed across the forest as pain came in and out of him. Nothing more painful then before has happened.
The full moon was out, and he was a lycanthrope or werewolf.
If you like this? THANK YOU! Please Comment!
I am very happy to think of this and this is only the beginning. Comment.
This is my newest story.
Summary-
Something is wrong with Percy. He's not evil but an evil force has taken him. 17 years back someone had done something to him. A change, a start for a new war. He is the beginning. And it will change him forever, as for the world as well.
Flames are aloud. Make S'mores! But your too nice to do that!
Disclaimer- I do NOT own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor The Heroes of Olympus...nor most of Greek Mythology.
Chapter 1
Percy Jackson
Everything had changed immediately it had happened. His sea-green eyes never were again. Instead stood a pare of yellow wolf-like eyes. Actually he could change his eye color, yet he still stood with yellow eyes. No one looked like him with his eyes. Even in his pack. He was taken in after being hurt. He was a lycanthrope. Curseth Lycaon. He cursed that man on what he had done to him.
.xXx.
17 years back
Percy Jackson was walking down the empty streets making his way home. Unknown to what was really happening, he ignored it. All he remembered was closing his eyes and whistling down the street knowing his way along. Turning at certain points.
Not focusing towards what was happening.
"Master, Now?" whispered a voice in the dark. Percy of course couldn't here this.
"Yes."
Percy still strolling all of a sudden heard a voice. He turned around, opening his eyes as well.
"Hello." Said a man leaning against a building drinking beer. A dark aura surrounded him, but Percy was oblivious to this.
Just as he was about to respond, someone tackled him from behind. Percy gasped for air as the person behind pressed his large yet skinny index finger to a nerve behind Percy's neck. A nerve that will paralyze a person for a few hours and make one fall asleep in a few minutes.
He couldn't move at all. Stuck to the ground as the face came into view. Percy knew this man from many adventures trying to get rid of this horrid retch.
"Well…I guess little Perseus will die soon, as my mother puts revenge against you." He said. Then lunged.
Percy screamed and kicked as fangs dug into his shoulder. Long, sharp as metal, painful fangs of a wolf stayed in.
Something was going on with his body as well, he couldn't move at all. Nothing was possible. Paralyzed he was.
Lycaon seemed to want him to continue feeling this agony. The fangs still resided in his shoulder as wolf saliva poisoned to change him trickled into his wound. DNA changing as well. Human DNA disappearing leaving 50% god and 50% lycanthrope.
Then the real pain came as the fangs broke his skin coming out. The screams of the young 17-year-old demigod echoed around the neighborhood. Yet know one heard any of this. Every mortal and immortal or in-between were inaudible to the sounds and were not able to see any of this. It was all-invisible.
The fangs etched out slowly as Lyceum wanted the pain to continue. Then it came out.
"You're Achilles Heal is gone. You are vulnerable now. I hope you felt every single part of that." Lycaon said with an evil grin pushed with a smirk.
Just then, Perseus Jackson passed out as the pain came once again.
Percy woke up two hours after. He was in a forest. His hands were chained with silver and celestial bronze. The chains then connected to trees in four different directions.
All of a sudden, pain erupted in his gut. He knew something was wrong when his hands began to turn to paws. The chain adjusted as well. His nails shortened until they were sharp and dangerous, sharp to kill anything, but yet small. His chest then arched as bones broke, making smaller but tougher bones. His body began to spread black hair as it covered his body. His shoes fell of as paws replaced feet. His face covered with skin as his jaw line widened. His teeth became sharper as fangs even sharper then Lycaon's fangs were. His ears from his side of the face disappeared as a new pare of ears coated with black fur. His nose changed into a different nose, a nose of a dog or wolf. Whiskers elongated from his nose. Sensory antennas they were. Another way to feel, smell, and attack as they could move on their own. Perseus height changed as well as his 6'2 height shortened to a 4'11 tall. He was still 6'2 long. He was a much bigger wolf than Lycaon himself. And then a strange part of him came out. He yelled. A loud howl echoed across the forest as pain came in and out of him. Nothing more painful then before has happened.
The full moon was out, and he was a lycanthrope or werewolf.
If you like this? THANK YOU! Please Comment!
I am very happy to think of this and this is only the beginning. Comment.
